For the past week I’ve been
slogging through hours and hours of online videos.
I am told (after the fact)
that these YouTube videos are rough cuts. “We’d hate for you to wait until late
March when they'll be finished.” I
agree. But man oh man, these videos
redefine the meaning of the words rough cut.
They are:
Redundant In random order (one session ends in the middle of a
speaker talking and the next session begins in the middle of the same speaker
talking, albeit on a different day and on a different topic). As long as two hours and as short as one minute
(literally).
These videos could pose a
serious threat to Ambien.
But I am now finally done
with them, and the associated questions I had to answer for each. I am ready for my first of ten on-site
classes.
I debate what to wear. I remember
that silhouetted woman in the business suit in the handout I was given last
week. She represents what I should wear. I compromise and instead of showing up in my winter
legging-outfit I opt for a skirt. But my roots are showing and my red nail polish is chipped.
I wonder. Could I be fired before
starting for not looking the part?
The class begins at 11. By 11:15 it’s just me and the instructor
sitting in a big conference room. In the
few minutes I get to spend alone with Lisa (the instructor, who also runs the
Chelsea office), I know I’m going to like her, and not just because she is
casually dressed.
The class, How to Price An Apartment, is everything
the videos are not. I think I would
enjoy it even if I weren’t starting a career in Real Estate.
I am supposed to stay for an
afternoon class given by the same person who is in all the videos. I don’t.
Instead, I introduce myself to
him when I hear his voice near the conference room. I feel like I know him well. I’ve spent so many hours with him, though he
of course has no idea who I am — not too unlike the feeling I get when I see
someone I don’t know well and they tell me they read this blog. I just hope I'm more entertaining than he is.
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