Something occurred to me this morning. I will never make it out of beta. That darn phone just won’t stop ringing, and I’ve got work to do.
It’s the first week of a new month, and that means it’s my own, personal triple witch. I’ve got the usual month-end stuff to contend with — office bills to pay, errors and omissions insurance reports to log, files to close out, and all the other sexy things that go along with being a broker. The first week of the month also means I have a half-dozen different recurring ads to create and approve lest I miss the publication deadlines and slip back into agent anonymity and the soup line.