Meantime, Back in the Real World

Posted by John Lockwood on January 11th, 2007

I’ve been spending some time in the real world lately, sometimes affectionately known as “meatspace”.

Most people live there, in the real world. You remember people, those relatively hairless great apes that belong to the same species as you (with apologies to the devout), many of whom lead rich, full lives with little or no exposure to keyboards. Actually, I give that reminder not so much to you, as to me. As a former software developer, it’s easy enough sometimes to fall into old habits and Geek Out. (Which by the way should be sung to the tune of “Freak Out“!) In the software underworld I once inhabited, we called each other “Geek” as a compliment, not with any disparagement at all. We boasted about our pale, pasty skin, and called it “monitor glow”. Women crossed the street and giggled when we passed.

We were bit twiddlers.

Well, not so any more. Today I spend more and more time in the real world, both job related time in this “people business” of real estate, and some recreational time with recreational meatspace great apes.

I love lunch with my colleagues. That has to be my favorite thing, next to closing escrows or relaxing with the family or wrestling with the dogs on the floor. Yesterday I enjoyed a great “recruiting lunch”, meeting with two somewhat newer agents who are going to make an outstanding success in this business, with or without me (hopefully with). I enjoyed that a lot. Today there was more of a social gathering going on, with Ed, who has this great listing, and Jen Yee, who is one of our preferred lenders.

That was quite the time as well.

Later on this week there’s yet another lunch with another colleague.

I don’t usually get this many. Usually a two-lunch week is a great week. Back when I was a nerd, we used to have five-lunch weeks all the time. (Nerds NEED lunch, because that’s their only time away from the ankle bracelets that bind them to their keyboards). So now, I get all excited over a two-lunch week.

This week is a three-luncher. Be still my beating heart.