During my tenure as a writer at Agent Genius I
had developed a fairly specific role - that of the enforcer. As I told Teresa
earlier this week, I was like the Minnesota Wild's Derek Boogard - if there was
someone being roughed up, I stepped and joined in the defense. And if there
seemed to be an excess of stupidity on display elsewhere in the real estate
blogging world, I usually waded into those frays as well.
Just as in hockey, the enforcer can exist within this well-defined
niche. But it's an often uncomfortable existence As one-time Coyotes enforcer
Jim McKenzie put it after a fight, I often was the meat in an idiot sandwich.
Not that I'm myself an idiot, but rather that the role in itself was pointless.
Others would nod in agreement, glad that someone said what no one else would
but, like the players on the bench tapping their sticks against the boards,
that's as far as it ever got. And I'd soon find myself alone with my thoughts in
my own personal penalty box.
As such, being
the enforcer isn't good for the soul. And so I retired my skates and my gloves
and left to focus on my own blog and my own business. Remaining on the sidelines
isn't always easy, especially when faced with the volume of silliness I've seen
this week. Setting aside the constant barrage of snake oil salesmen trying to
sell you and the other residents of Passamaquody either something you don't need
or something they're not qualified to teach, this past week has been rife would
allegedly profound proclamations that have little basis in fact and have
absolutely no real correlation to the business of real
estate.

Before I
retired I would have written a 1,000-word missive condemning each weenie-worthy
statement. Instead, I provide you with this simple advice. If you follow it, I
can guarantee you'll not only save your own sanity but find yourself with more
time to focus on what matters in real estate - closed escrows or, as Jeff Brown
wisely puts it (to the revulsion of my allusion-deprived 10-year-old) skinned
cats.
When a
so-called expert tweets that you shouldn't be hired as a real estate agent
unless you own an iPhone, unfollow.
When you run
across a superficial article that tells you how unprofessional you are for
dressing appropriate to the clients with whom you're working,
unsubscribe.
When your
decision to follow someone on Twitter is met with an auto DM explaining how this
person can expand your business in ways never imagined,
unfollow.
When you run
across a month-long series of infomercials promoting marketing techniques that
lead to the same results (or less) than you already have,
unsubscribe.
And when you can't take it anymore, when your
b.s. meter overfloweth and your RSS reader is acting as a dementor sucking away your very soul,
unplug.
Because while it's really nice to have an enforcer take care of the
messes for you, they'll continue to happen until everyone voted with their "un"
buttons and demands better from the RE.net.
Thanks Jonathan, for saying it on the weenie, the blog of mass destruction cleverly disguised as a hot dog stand.
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