1) Today I had what must surely qualify as the most awkward experience I’ve ever had with a prospective client.  I sat down and glibly outlined my marketing program, and then gave them my price opinion, which was $350K.  The wife developed a facial tic.

“So … I’m sensing that I came in lower than you were thinking,” I suggested.

“Yes.  Yes. You. Did.”

“Would you like to tell me what you had in mind?”

A long pause.  “We think our house is worth between $550 and $600,000,” she said.

I literally had no idea what to say.  If they really think that, they’re insane.  I have an excellent pricing sense, and I’ve never been even close to that far off.  The one time in my entire career that I underpriced a house, I was off by $10K.  Not $250K. 

“OK.  Well, I guess I’ll leave, then,” I finally said, as cheerfully as I could.  For all I know, they’re still sitting at the table in shock.

2) After weeks and weeks of applying for part time jobs, it seems that I am actually being considered for one … a part time customer service position at a local Netflix call center.  At $13 per hour, it pays far more than most jobs of its type.  The up side and the down side is that the shift is from 4 AM to 9 AM, which is great because it wouldn’t interfere with my regular work day (on the days when there is any work to do) but isn’t so great because I’d have to get up at 3 AM.  I really, really don’t want to have to do this, but I’m sure I waste 20 hours a week worrying about money, so I suppose I might as well do it, if they offer.  

3) Some of you may recall, from a post early last year, that I have an odd little condition called atrophic dysphonia, which causes me to become hoarse very quickly when I am singing; basically the problem is that I don’t make enough noise on a daily basis, so my vocal cords are underdeveloped.   There are plenty of days when I don’t speak for more than ten minutes total.  The only cure for this is to exercise the vocal cords in whatever manner I can devise; this is on my mind now that I am singing again, as I am unable to speak after fifteen minutes of singing.  The last time I worked at this, I got up to an hour of singing after a couple of weeks of … well, of talking to myself all day.  I can’t figure out what else to do.