Showing posts with label surveyors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surveyors. Show all posts
Monday, January 15, 2018

Beginning At Home - Monday

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‘Nice lady coming back to see you in about half an hour.’ Says negotiator S, as I come through the office door. This isn’t what I want...
Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Better The Devil You Know - Tuesday

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‘Thought you might like to do a viewing later, boss.’ Says trainee F, with more artfulness than he usually employs. I probably won’t...
Thursday, October 13, 2016

Driving Me Mad - Wednesday

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‘Oh for crying out loud.’ Exclaims negotiator S. She doesn’t often bother the swear box, so something has got her agitated. I’ve thought...
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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Learning Curves - Thursday

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‘Want to hear the latest rumour?’ Asks assistant manager T as I enter the office. Not if it involves vapid celebrities, profiled in ...
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Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Love Me Do - Wednesday

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‘I think you are going to like this one.’ I enthuse, as I pause by the front door of a penthouse flat I was delighted to be instructed t...
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Friday, March 06, 2015

Sale Agreed - Friday

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‘Sold to that man!’ Exclaims trainee F with a flourish, thumping the phone down and turning to the office with a grin like a scary clown...
Thursday, May 23, 2013

Open All Hours - Thursday

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I’m alone in the office with just imbecilic trainee F for company, as we cover the lunch shift. It’s not a lunch hour ; such as you migh...
Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Behind The Green Door

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‘That twat from number 21 was on the phone when you were out.’ Announces assistant manager T before I’ve taken my coat off. ‘The repos...
Monday, September 17, 2012

Barking Mad - Monday

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‘Could you do a viewing after lunch? We’re double booked.’ Asks assistant manager T as I hurry through the office door. The affirmative ...
Thursday, April 12, 2012

On The Job Training - Thursday

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Trainee F comes to my open office door seeming troubled. I feel the same way. I just try and avoid the gormless look. ‘How can I help...