Back to the Old Drawing-Board

I started back to work with Stepfather. I didn't intend to, but I decided that I was missing the money I used to have in my bank account, so I went back. It was just in the nick of time because he was about to interview someone else.

So this morning, I got the kids off to school, groggily awaited the burden of consciousness to dissipate, washed my crotch in the shower (I'd taken a full shower the night before), and left for work. Without my shirt. I was completely out the door when I realized I was feeling my purse a little more than usual. It just goes to show how much I need to diet when my hands flew to cover my fat rolls instead of my boobs which were protected only by a see-through pink bra.

The first task that awaited me on my first day back at work was to call several other realtors and ask if their clients would lease their properties to a couple with 4 dogs and 5 cats. Truly nothing changes. The first agent I called actually laughed at me. He didn't even tell me yes or no. What he said was, "You really need to hand off that lead." Thanks buddy. Glad you didn't catch me without my shirt.

I felt justified in pretending to call the other agents and then just went ahead and told our client that everyone said no. I think I've said it before, but don't bother trying to lease something if you have pets. And better yet, if you are a renter, leave the nice kitties alone until you own something. It will make your life and mine so much easier.