Compressing Time: Decade in Real Estate
When I was 12, my mom worked the front desk Century 21. She worked two full time jobs to get by with my siblings and I, and the time it would take to get us home and back to the desk between 3:30pm and 5pm with traffic didn't make any sense. So she took us to work, didn't really wait for permission, just hoped we wouldn't cause any trouble to get noticed. And we didn't. My siblings would spend most of their time at the back, playing on the computers. Being curious, I hung out at the front behind her desk. Sometimes, whenever the six phone line lights would start flickering, one of her coworkers showed me how to pick it up, squeakily say "Century 21, a moment please!" and put the line on hold. I did this for a little under a year, or whenever my mom would take us there. When I was 14, she got promoted to Deals Secretary (which is essentially the accountant for the brokerage, the last person that gates any commission cheques) When I turned 16, after working a month and a half doing night shift on top of summer school at the city's Amazon warehouse (which was more than a few football fields long), I learned very quickly that my mind was too busy to work the assembly line putting stickers and tape on boxes. With my voice deeper, hope in my eyes, I interviewed for the front desk. My mom didn't have the patience to teach me, so that same coworker that taught me how put the line on hold offered her cheat sheets and notes. I was starting to get a hang of things, not without errors or trips, but I was 16, I didn't care too much about it. Working there part time, it was just another job. While I was working the front desk, I got my university acceptance letter. I still remember the feeling of being so light on my feet, I could do anything. Then I got waitlisted 3 months before my start date. That summer, I didn't know if September held studies for me or if I'd have to work full time, those office hallways became tunnels without end. I saw what 40 hours under the white light could do to you if you didn't want to be there.