What's Love Got To Do With It... not a whole lot in my book, but you be the judge.
Fortunately for me, my agents provide me with a lot of material to blog about. One agent in particular is my best subject. For the sake of protecting that Agent's identity, I shall refer to that agent as ET in the masculine. ET is well aware that I'm writing about him, so no worries.
ET is a knowledgeable and likeable agent. ET shows up to work early everyday and is the last one to leave. ET always answers his cell phone and when unavailable, returns all calls promptly. ET loves the business of selling real estate and can think of nothing else he would rather do.
Nothing else... that's the problem. ET rarely takes vacations, ET never takes days off, ET rarely goes out with friends to have a good time, ET doesn't sleep and ET NEVER says No. When asked why ET NEVER says No... the response is "My clients love me and they give me nice cards." Meanwhile, ET is killing himself for the love.
Enter Broker with Boundaries... who says; "What's Love Got To Do With It?" What good will ET be to himself or his family if he can't say no. I understand that ET is an ole' dog who doesn't want to learn new tricks... but somebody please throw me a therapeutic bone here... so I can help ET go home (on occasion).
