so my real estate "agent" came and picked me up on thursday night to go and look at some apartments. i wasn't expecting much, but was more curious about what i was going to get shown and the whole process than thinking i was going to be struck by anything. the first thing that made me laugh was that my "agent' was about 15 years old and wearing what looked like was going to be her clubbing outfit later. what was less amusing was what she ended up showing me later - not even worth the keystrokes - at one point i squinted at her and asked if she'd actually read the email that i sent her colleague?
the amusing part is that two people have (separately) recommended this agency to me, outside of my finance colleague actually guanxi'ing the contact, so i'm pretty calmly deciding two things: there are effective agents (no quotation marks) in this agency who are actually of age, but i don't have one; and i will supplement with the local-agency approach, as well. must cross-source to ensure that i'm not missing anything or to try and minimize the foreigner-rent. steph actually went yesterday morning with this same agency and saw some pretty cool places, one of which she's insisting i should live in. the photos are pretty cool, so we'll be seeing. i'm going to request another agent tho. preferably one that's finished with high school.
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did you write that? totally your style.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/08/15/DD2QRFBK1.DTL&hw=ways+to+perish&sn=001&sc=1000
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