Enter: Terry and “Friend”
We began speaking to Terry, who was a hard working auditor, thinking about getting his real estate license. Having years of real estate experience behind me, I began speaking to Terry about this. He was quite reasonable and wanted to soak up some knowledge.
Good for Terry.
His friend? Not so much.
Terry asked me how much most real estate commissions were on a rental home. I replied, by telling him the TRUTH, that it’s typically $200 to $250 on single family homes. His friend, IMMEDIATELY tried to discredit me, even when I was telling the truth, and even when I knew he didn’t know what he was talking about. His friend said it was ALWAYS first months rent paid out as commission. I laughed that off. I knew way better than that, but fine. Someone wants to be a dick because I’m a woman and they have a man complex? Not worth my time to argue.
He’s still wrong though. Dumbass.
Typical macho Mexican male.
No thank you.
Yet, Terry continued to engage me.
Raised an eyebrow, I did.
You just heard that we are an up and coming company, with a major venue in April and I can’t afford you? Will you please pass me some of the crack you are smoking? It isn’t that I can afford you, not now. Now? It’s more that I don’t WANT someone with your shitty attitude on my team, working for my company. Ever.
The truth of the matter is that you can’t afford to work for ME, because you aren’t qualified to do so with that crappy, bullshit attitude where you are wrapped in a lambs wool blanket of arrogance, with zero desire to help people. You? The last person in the world I want on my team is someone like YOU.
Clearly, your macho ass doesn’t know who I am. I’m the person who was been on front pages of Yahoo, CNN, MSN, Realtor.com, Ehow, and made $4,000 a DAY blogging, but I can’t afford you? You’re absolutely right. I can’t afford, nor would I want to. Good riddance.
So to people who want to get on their high horse, and discuss me, when they don’t know the first thing about me, all I have to say to them is this:
Terry paid close attention when we spoke about going to Collision, what we do, who we are, why we do what we do. His friend? Far too deep into his third round of Modelos (which what you drink tells me all I need to know about your misogynistic ass) ignored us.
Terry engaged. Terry was cool. His friend? His friend was a Kanye West version of asshole.
We came to the table, humble. He came to the table arrogant because he hated that I was a woman business owner. Fine. I have a remedy for that.
When we were ready to part ways, I made a comment, I said, “You know, I think most people are made up of what they drink. Me? I’m made up of red wine, which yields a sophistication and intelligence, so are you Terry, but I can’t help but think your friend is intoxicatingly high on Arrogant Bastard Ale, because he exudes that persona.”
Did I make friends?
Well, not with the asshole.
With Tery I did.
Did I make an enemy?
Do I care? Not one bit.
What do we learn from this? That some people are just assholes, no matter what you do or how you slice it. And that’s okay. It’s your job to NOT be an asshole, or, at least be an honest asshole. But for the love of God, get rid of people like Terry’s friend. Those folks are toxic.
You should ALWAYS come to the table humble, because you really DON’T know who you’re talking to. Until, you do. And that might surprise you. You’ll never learn that, though, unless you come to the table humble. So?
My Miss Adventure for today.
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