Email ElizabethMortgage Brokers Play Dialing for Dollars With Sacramento Agents
People often stutter all over the place when I answer my phone. They freely admit that I have freaked them because I, a Sacramento real estate agent, answer my phone. This is odd to them. Maybe they were hoping and praying that they’d reach voice mail when calling Sacramento agents, I dunno. Callers often begin the conversation by apologizing and stumbling over their words after they realize that my greeting, “Hi, this is Elizabeth,” means I am not a robot or a recording. Nope, hey, this is a real, live human they are talking to, and I’d like to know what I can do for them.
Can’t say there aren’t times when I wish I had not answered my phone. Lately, lots of mortgage brokers have been calling, asking if I would like to refer business to them. They call me because they know I am a top producer among other Sacramento agents. But that’s about as far as the thought process takes them. If they were to think just a few steps ahead, they would figure out that a top producer is a top producer because she has an established network base supporting her. That network includes a favorite mortgage broker or two.
Why would I need more services when I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got? And if I wasn’t satisfied, would I choose some yo-yo I don’t know who called me out of the blue? Is that how a top producer in Sacramento real estate stays a top producer, grabbing a support system at random? The better place to find business is among brand new agents. But they don’t think about any of that.
A mortgage broker called yesterday as I was driving down Business 80 and trying to stay out of the way of freeway lunatics who go a million miles an hour where the freeway splits to get on Highway 99. They are in such a rush to get out to Elk Grove that they pose potential risks to the rest of us, who are trying to cut over to Highway 50 to go to Land Park or Midtown. Don’t even get me started on trying to merge to get off on 16th Street or 10th Street, which is like taking your life literally in your hands as those very hands are placed on the steering wheel, without enough time, as any good Catholic can attest, to temporarily lift even one hand to perform the Sign of the Cross before merging from Highway 50.
This mortgage broker was driving by my listing sign in Antelope, and that was her excuse or reason for calling. I informed her it was pending. We have an accepted offer. Then, she decided to argue and tell me there was no pending sign on it; therefore, it must be for sale. Many, many Sacramento agents do not use pending signs. We have the Internet. That’s where people go for information and, real estate professionals, especially, don’t get their information from property signs. I assured her the home was definitely pending.
Then I asked if she was new to the business, because she sounded like she could be a new mortgage broker. Nope, she’s been in the business, she claimed, for 14 years. She carried on with her questions, asking when I would be holding an open house, because: “like I said, I was driving by the listing in Antelope,” and this is when it suddenly became evident that what was clearly irritating her now was this asshole agent — whose silent car ride she had interrupted by her urgent need to talk about this Antelope listing — was not listening to her. How dare I? After all, she called me.
But interrupt her, I did. There will be no open house because the listing is PENDING. I did not add: like I said.
We never got to the part where she asked me to refer clients to her. Thank, goodness. Because this Sacramento agent suddenly had to say goodbye.
Meet Your Sacramento Real Estate Agent on FaceTime
Remember the old days, like in the 1980s, when you could buy a gadget and use it for years and years? Manufacturers are smarter and make more money now. Like, they stop making your crystal goblet pattern the day after you buy your wine glasses. An electronic gizmo has a shelf life these days of about 18 to 24 months, maximum. I am constantly replacing stuff — like my iPad. You can’t be an active Sacramento real estate agent without an iPad in your bag of tools. I had a first generation iPad from 3 years ago but was forced to buy a brand new one last weekend because some Apps don’t work on the old iPad. Plus, the new iPad has a camera and video and FaceTime.
I decided to take a webinar yesterday that covered new features of the iPad. It’s an exciting topic that let’s just say wasn’t very exciting for me to watch. But to be fair, I can exhibit the attention span of a squirrel. It’s one of the reasons I don’t watch Reality TV. For one thing, the real world is not often one thrilling adventure after the other; hence, women like me with 5 husbands. For another, Reality TV is scripted, regardless of what they tell you.
You might think that producers just follow people around and film them. Instead, they create concepts and ideas for the show. They change what happened, write impromptu dialogue and film the same scene over and over. That’s not really reality; I know this as I’ve appeared on TV shows, including HouseHunters.
I introduced a great idea that would have been a fairly interesting show for Reality TV some 15 years ago, back when online dating was all the rage for a woman in her 40s. If a guy from the Internet wanted to meet for a date, he had to fit into my lifestyle. Time is precious. I did not want to set aside 2 to 3 hours for a date when I might not have much in common with that person. Besides, who wants to pick spinach from her teeth while muttering awkward goodbyes?
So, I met my Internet dates wherever I went. The home improvement store, drugstore, grocery shopping, getting my oil changed, taking the cat to the vet. It wasn’t exciting or glamorous, that was the REAL reality of life. It was also a very good use of my time: to multi-task. I described what I would be wearing so my date could pick me out among the herd of shoppers searching for weed-wackers at The Home Depot. If we decided, by the time we got to the checkout counter, to see each other again, we could exchange phone numbers. No pressure.
This is kind of the result of blogging for me nowadays. People who are searching for a Sacramento real estate agent tend to do so online. They want to look for an agent who fits their agenda. It’s easy to read a Sacramento real estate agent’s blog and online postings. Potential real estate clients can figure out how much experience an agent has by looking at the agent’s website. If it doesn’t state how long the agent has been in the business, it’s probably not very long. Real estate veterans will readily disclose that fact. Newbies, not so much.
I offer no pressure to my clients. If they decide they no longer want to sell, I will cancel the listing immediately for them. I don’t fight and plead and whine. That’s not my nature. But you’d know that if you went shopping for weed-wackers with me or read my blogs.
If you’re looking for a Sacramento real estate agent, I invite you to explore my Elizabeth Weintraub website and then call me at 916 233 6759. Hey, I have FaceTime on my iPad. We can talk person-to-person without even meeting up! This works great for clients from the Bay area or southern California. How cool is that? Why, if I had FaceTime back in the day . . .
More to a Sunday in Sacramento Than Open Houses
Weird stuff went on in Sacramento this Sunday, but not weird enough to make this city like Portland or anything. To kick off a pre-open-house Sunday morning, we are heading off to brunch at The Red Rabbit in Midtown on J Street, over by my Lyon office, when we drive by this car pile up (left). At first, I’m wondering: why is this car in front of us at a deadstop on 26th Street? Then, I realize its driver is staring at a car on top of another car. So, I did what any good citizen would do in this day and age, and I hopped out of the car to shoot a photo with my cellphone.
This is terrible, what we do, taking photos of other people’s tragedies. You can’t witness any horrible event without watching people stand there with their stupid cellphones taking pictures. It could be a bloody police shootout on Riverside Boulevard, and people would be on top of the roof shooting cellphone photos. What do they do with those photos? Send them to their uncle in Pocatello? Why would he care? Oh, right, because he’s living in Pocatello and not in this exciting metropolitan city known as Sacramento.
Which takes us to the carnivorous plant show at Shepard Garden and Arts Center in McKinley Park in East Sacramento. This is an annual show by the Sacramento Bromeliad and Carnivorous Plant Society, which we’ve never attended in the past, but after the car pileup, it called to us as a likely destination. Table upon table of strikingly beautiful and silent plants. There was nobody screaming FEED ME. Even the kids in tow with their parents were quiet.
As I was shooting a picture of this baby Venus Fly Trap (above), my cellphone rang. It was a woman who might be interested in adopting the rescue Chihuahuas (left). Well, she did hold an interest until she came home from a weekend vacation to discover her cat was not happy that she had left. I once had a cat destroy an entire bathroom — twice. Hers just ruined the sofa. However, she needed to pass on the adoption but has a friend who might be interested. Yes, we still have those rescue Chihuahuas in our back yard.
Look at how stupendously adorable they are! The little brown one is crying because she has no home. Nobody wants her. She is incredibly sweet. She does not understand. Her sister, the sad little girl on the right, is so stoic but you can see the struggle in her brave little eyes, because she’s clinging to a shred of hope that a loving home for them is just around the corner. You can call Elizabeth Weintraub at 916.233.6759.
I came back to my home in Land Park hoping that DocuSign had sent me a signed offer for one of my recent listings. This is for a client who told me she no longer wants to deal with the Internet. She was canceling her email service and all Internet services. It’s difficult for me, as a Sacramento real estate agent, to digest this attitude, but I go with the flow. I figured I’d slip in the purchase contract by sending it to DocuSign before this momentous event happened. When I called my client to find out why she had not signed the purchase contract I had uploaded to DocuSign, she informed me that DocuSign asked if she was willing to do business on the Internet. Of course, the answer to that question for her was a resounding NO. Followed by a scream.
Maybe somebody today will come over and adopt the Chihuahuas? A girl can hope.
Would You Like to Adopt Two Rescue Chihuahuas from Land Park?
You know what’s really great about working as a veteran Sacramento real estate agent who has extensive short sale experience? There is a certain amount of respect for my short sale knowledge bestowed upon me by my clients. Everything else real-estate related? Forget about it. Forget about all of decades I have worked in real estate. Forget about the fact I sold $32 million last year. Forget about the fact media recognizes this Sacramento real estate agent as an expert to regularly interview. Forget about the fact that I write about Homebuying for About.com and have for years. None of that matters to some people. But talk about a Sacramento short sale and my name lights up the sky.
There are some days that I feel just like Rodney Dangerfield because let’s face it, the public, on the whole, are often led to believe that being a Sacramento real estate agent is easy-peasy work and anybody with a cellphone could do it because hey, look at their aunt, their cousin, their next-door neighbor! If a person is hoping to be respected and valued, a person should not search for those kinds of accolades in real estate.
If you want to be unconditionally loved, get a dog. In fact, get two of them. Twice the love. Have you ever thought about adopting a couple of Chihuahuas? I happen to have a pair living in my back yard, and we’re going on Day 4 of the rescued Chihuahuas now. You will see those dogs are no longer considered “lost Chihuahuas in Land Park” or even “found Chihuahuas in Land Park,” they are rescue Chihuahuas. And they are available for adoption to a good home.
We took the rescued Chihuahuas to the Sacramento Animal Shelter yesterday, filed a Found Dogs report and brought them back to our home in Land Park. Also, had them scanned for microchips, but like no collars, no microchips. Come to think of it, two of my cats are microchipped and one is not, so next visit to the vet, guess what? None of the cats venture outdoors. But there could be an busted-open screen, a door left ajar or they could encourage a passerby to break-in and trade our big screen TV in exchange for freedom, you just don’t know.
As we were going through the July Lost Dogs book, which is a big book filled with pages for every day of the month (4th of July was a really busy day) I noticed my clients’ name in the book. These are wonderfully genuine people, the kind you don’t forget. I represented them as buyers when they purchased a home in Land Park 7 years ago. It was a case of not overlooking the overpriced home. They were also my sellers, and I represented them as their listing agent on the sale of their existing home. I managed to sell their home in Elk Grove in the nick of time to fund the purchase of an overpriced home in Land Park. It was a complex escrow for both selling and buying, but they listened to me, trusted me, and I got the job done. Which is what they said when I called them to ask if they ever found the lost Chihuahua they filed the report about.
The husband said he did not want to talk about two rescued Chihuahuas, so I asked him to put his wife on the phone instead. Not going for it. Call Elizabeth Weintraub at 916 233 6759, if you would like to adopt a couple of super cute and lovable Chihuahuas. If you want to buy or sell your home in the four-county area of Sacramento, well, you can call me for that, too.
Day 3 of the Lost Chihuahuas in Land Park
We have discovered a new use for our tennis balls. Don’t even think about exploding tennis balls, because it’s a myth that tennis balls explode. Just gonna go on the record here in case you’re wondering about that. Tennis balls don’t explode unless you put something explodable inside of the balls to make them explode. In case you’re tempted to put them in the microwave or stab them with an ice pick. Ha, ha, like you HAVE an ice pick!
Our tennis balls were originally purchased to insert into a sock, so we could press our backs against the wall with a tennis ball in between. It can manipulate just the right spot. If you have an aching back, you should try this. Just don’t lie down on the ball, like my sister did, because she almost broke her back.
Our tennis balls are something those danged dogs in our back yard can chase. We have not yet found the owners of the Chihuahuas who were lost in Land Park. We’re filing a report with the Sacramento Animal Shelter over on Front Street today and taking them in to see if they are microchipped. If nobody claims these dogs by tomorrow, we do have interest from a couple of neighbors through the Nextdoor website who want to adopt the little cuties.
When I came back home from listing a home in Churchill Downs yesterday, I hopped on my bike and rode around my neighborhood in Land Park to put up more fliers. My husband distributed fliers on Thursday. Do you know there are not very many telephone poles in Land Park? Lots of street lights, but you need tape to attach fliers to the street lights. Fortunately, I tossed Scotch Tape along with my handy, dandy stapling gun into my bike basket. I was astonished to discover the reduced inventory of telephone poles.
The things you learn that you don’t think about, regardless of how long you’ve lived in Land Park!
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