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April 04, 2007
Magnate-ized
Gost to say, it seems as if my real estate mission is akin to early man's quest for fire. And hair product. (Smaller quest, no less important.)
Thanks to a reco from Taylor Buster O'J Fennsky - a 1,000 Islands fella relocated to the Mile High - I met with a very cool commercial real estate chick yesterday. Her summation of my search? Pretty difficult using normal channels. Pretty unappealing to any commercial broker because of what promises to be a ridonculously low commission. Pretty much fizzarked in terms of getting anyone to do all the work for me. [Musical cue: All By Myself by Peabo Bryson.]
So, here I am. Puzzled but reinvigorated. I've got two promising leads today (a building down on 31st and Blake and a corner shop over on Old South Gaylord), and am not quite willing to give up on this. Nothing I have ever done career-wise, or life-wise, has been accomplished using traditional methods, so I must just keep reminding myself of that. Besides, I kind of like it when people tell me things I want are impossible to achieve. My competitive...er...natecherr (Strike 'streak' - Ed.) and jackassedly stubborn refusal to ever take anyone's advice that contradicts my own intuition is my strongest motivator. The only real danger here? Loss of personal steam due to anxiety or worry that this will never right itself.
Must!
Keep!
Personal!
Steam!
I am, as always, my own worst frenemy.
Thankfully, however, I remain my own second-best lover.
So there's always that.
Speaking of...
'scuse...
Posted by Bree at April 4, 2007 09:50 AM