was,
“You must gone take me home, den.”
No, I actually won’t take you home.
I keep her around because she likes her job and she does it well. She likes being on the phone and internet all day anyway, so I just have her cold-calling potential customers and clients and looking at other broker’s websites to see what they are doing to have a successful business. It doesn’t bother me that she’s a little projectish on the phone. Besides, this job doesn’t pay much and I probably could not find anyone else to do it for this pay. After all, she really needs this job. I found her through a sort of welfare-to-work program that offers tax breaks to companies who hire employees like Dee Dee. When she first came into the interview, she told me I could call her Peaches. I told her I really could not. I guess they call her that at home because she has a very light complexion. She bragged during the initial interview,
“I’m the lightest one in my family.”
I’m thinking, “And this is going to benefit me how?”
Nonetheless, her family is very proud of her for landing this job and I could not do it without her so she stays.
When I get to my office, I turn on the light and plop down in my chair. I look at the top of my desk and notice that there is a stack of bills on it. Dee Dee had already opened, sorted, and stacked the bills for me. She even paper clipped the envelope to mail the payment to the corresponding bill and placed the company checkbook next to it. She had added up all the bills and indicated the total amount needed to pay all the invoices. I was laughing to myself. I probably did not even have enough in my account to cover them all. I will probably have to do what I did last month and transfer my personal savings into the business account to cover my company expenses. I don’t know how many more months I can keep doing that. I shoved the stack of bills to the side and turn on my computer. I checked the company web site to see if any new leads have generated. There were 6 new seller leads. I forwarded them to Haily, my licensed agent. She’s very bright, professional, and energetic. She’s the only real estate agent I know that actually studied real estate in college. She is really serious about her career and her husband is very supportive. In fact, he is her assistant. He doesn’t have a job and with the money she makes, he doesn’t need one. He stays at home and organizes everything for her. I know she is going to leave my company in 2 years when she is able to sit for the broker’s exam. She is already gearing up for that and she has only been selling for a year. I’m pretty sure she won’t leave me before that to go with another broker because she has the best deal in town with me. I let her keep 100% of her commission and she just pays a monthly fee for the use of the office and supplies. Additionally, she pays a transaction fee per closing. She averages 6 deals per month with all the leads I send her. She always tries to give me more of her earnings because I send her most of her business, but I think that’s what a broker should do. I mean, I don’t want to be out there hustling, showing houses, taking listings, driving crazy mother-fuckers around in my car. If she wants to, why wouldn’t I help her? By helping her, I’m helping me. The biggest problem I have with Haily is that she doesn’t like Dee Dee. I think she looks down on her and I think she wants me to look down on her too. I can’t do it, because frankly, I can relate to Dee Dee on some level. I try to promote that, “We’re all Black women” propaganda in the workplace but Haily ain’t buying into it. Just because she’s brown on the outside doesn’t mean she’s down with that “sister” stuff. She put the Booj in Bourgeoisie. It doesn’t matter because I like them both and it just goes to show that no matter how big or small your company is, there is always going to be some drama and office politics. I just
“You must gone take me home, den.”
No, I actually won’t take you home.
I keep her around because she likes her job and she does it well. She likes being on the phone and internet all day anyway, so I just have her cold-calling potential customers and clients and looking at other broker’s websites to see what they are doing to have a successful business. It doesn’t bother me that she’s a little projectish on the phone. Besides, this job doesn’t pay much and I probably could not find anyone else to do it for this pay. After all, she really needs this job. I found her through a sort of welfare-to-work program that offers tax breaks to companies who hire employees like Dee Dee. When she first came into the interview, she told me I could call her Peaches. I told her I really could not. I guess they call her that at home because she has a very light complexion. She bragged during the initial interview,
“I’m the lightest one in my family.”
I’m thinking, “And this is going to benefit me how?”
Nonetheless, her family is very proud of her for landing this job and I could not do it without her so she stays.
When I get to my office, I turn on the light and plop down in my chair. I look at the top of my desk and notice that there is a stack of bills on it. Dee Dee had already opened, sorted, and stacked the bills for me. She even paper clipped the envelope to mail the payment to the corresponding bill and placed the company checkbook next to it. She had added up all the bills and indicated the total amount needed to pay all the invoices. I was laughing to myself. I probably did not even have enough in my account to cover them all. I will probably have to do what I did last month and transfer my personal savings into the business account to cover my company expenses. I don’t know how many more months I can keep doing that. I shoved the stack of bills to the side and turn on my computer. I checked the company web site to see if any new leads have generated. There were 6 new seller leads. I forwarded them to Haily, my licensed agent. She’s very bright, professional, and energetic. She’s the only real estate agent I know that actually studied real estate in college. She is really serious about her career and her husband is very supportive. In fact, he is her assistant. He doesn’t have a job and with the money she makes, he doesn’t need one. He stays at home and organizes everything for her. I know she is going to leave my company in 2 years when she is able to sit for the broker’s exam. She is already gearing up for that and she has only been selling for a year. I’m pretty sure she won’t leave me before that to go with another broker because she has the best deal in town with me. I let her keep 100% of her commission and she just pays a monthly fee for the use of the office and supplies. Additionally, she pays a transaction fee per closing. She averages 6 deals per month with all the leads I send her. She always tries to give me more of her earnings because I send her most of her business, but I think that’s what a broker should do. I mean, I don’t want to be out there hustling, showing houses, taking listings, driving crazy mother-fuckers around in my car. If she wants to, why wouldn’t I help her? By helping her, I’m helping me. The biggest problem I have with Haily is that she doesn’t like Dee Dee. I think she looks down on her and I think she wants me to look down on her too. I can’t do it, because frankly, I can relate to Dee Dee on some level. I try to promote that, “We’re all Black women” propaganda in the workplace but Haily ain’t buying into it. Just because she’s brown on the outside doesn’t mean she’s down with that “sister” stuff. She put the Booj in Bourgeoisie. It doesn’t matter because I like them both and it just goes to show that no matter how big or small your company is, there is always going to be some drama and office politics. I just
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