When I was filled with the youthful joys of the world (i.e. a few years ago) estate agents (realtors) were considered somewhat slimey. Indeed, my family’s experience with them left me thinking that dealing with Estate Agents was somewhat like diving headlong into a bucket of jellied eels.
Dealing with estate agents was an experience wont to make you wash yourself clean afterwards.
Oddly though, their obsequeous nature appears to have vaporised. I presume this is because houses more or less sell themselves, and the job of the estate agent is now to simply extract money from you – not to actually put any effort into finding houses for you or anything silly like that, because you’ll find the house using the internet, turn up, view it and buy it or not. They are now glorified typists – putting houses on the market at ridiculously insane prices (entering their details on their website) and then creaming off a huge chunk of the money.
*sigh*
Anyway, dealing with them today left me feeling frustrated, annoyed and completely demotivated. Well, that and dealing with my favourite government deparment again. Oh, and the NHS. *sigh*
I don’t really have any energy and this just saps what little there is right out of me. Like a fracking vampire.
