Realtor Occupational Hazards
No, I’m not offering to trade places with Brett Favre (unless I get his paychecks, too).
But it has been a memorable year for me personally, at least as far as work-related dings and scrapes go.
Last January, in -10 degree weather measuring the exterior of a home, I fell into a (snow-covered) window well.
The adjacent Living Room storm window fared worse than I did, but I still sustained a couple memorable cuts and bruises (including to my ego).
Taking One for the Team
Then, over the Summer, a very long credenza that my (out-of-state) Seller was supposed to have removed before closing . . . wasn’t.
The other Realtor and I gamely wrestled it to the garage — but my back has been reminding me ever since not to attempt anything similar.
And then yesterday, getting a new listing ready, my toe found the remnants of an entertainment center that had been anchored to the floor (specifically, an exposed bolt).
My toe will heal — but the sock is a goner (I was in my bare feet because the carpets had just been cleaned).
Better me than a prospective Buyer or their Realtor, I suppose . . . . (and no, it won’t happen to anyone else because a handyman is taking care of it today).