What I Really Think
Wow, there’s been a lot of angry people lately giving me grief over my post about the February Sacramento home sales numbers.
One fellow was good enough to give me grief in another post — hey, thanks for breaking up the monotony. 
Two guys in a row didn’t get the difference between the median and the mean. I was lucky — I married a gal who took statistics in college, otherwise I wouldn’t know, either.
Tommy Hopkins, Builder of Sales Champions, used to talk about depression and the like as being in one’s psychological “danger zone”, and remarked that in sales we have the good fortune of being in a profession in which others use us to get out of their danger zones. I don’t know about that, but I do know that folks like to stop by and tell me how dishonest and so forth Realtors® are.
Hey, thanks for the input.
Sorry, was that in itself disingenuous?
On the other hand, those folks who I’ve been privileged to serve as clients and I get along quite well.
I think it would be awfully neat if I could do what others claim a blog is supposed to be good for — establishing oneself as an expert. It’d even be neater if this process would in turn translate into business. But it seems to me there’s quite a hefty disconnect between this forum, where I meet with folks who like talking about real estate in a polemic way, and the rest of my business, where I get to talk about real estate in a let’s go shopping or I need to get it sold way. Or at least, let’s be lookie-lous, which rises at least to the minimally civil standard of not leading off with insults.
Actually, as a Buddhist, I might say that here is where I work off my karma. (Or more precisely — given the tenor of some of these threads — create more of it!).
Frankly it’s a bit late to figure it all out.
