Last week I had the opportunity to interview for the opportunity to be a Buyer Broker for a couple that will be moving to Central Ohio. I was referred to them by another Realtor in a different state so I looked forward to the conversation via Zoom to chat with the buyers. As soon as the conversation began, they were transparent with me and let me know they were interviewing several Realtors for the job.
We discussed their needs, their wants, and their dreams. We talked about their time frames and urgency. We chatted about their experience with the buying process and some of their concerns. We also talked about the current state of the local market and I did my best to set proper expectations as far as the availability of homes that might meet their criteria and what they might face as far as competition and pricing.
When we ended the conversation, they promised me that after they spoke to the 3rd potential Realtor they would let me know of their decision. I felt good about my chances. I also knew that life would go on if they chose someone else.
They chose someone else.
I got a text message this weekend letting me know they had decided to “move forward with another Realtor.”
Nothing I can do to change the outcome. I guess it’s just one of those moments when you need to SAMO.
“Spit and move on!”
No sense in worrying about the client I didn’t get. I just have to turn my attention to the next buyer, the next seller, or the next speaking gig opportunity.
I’m just going to have to send a few more hand-written notes, send a few more texts or emails, or maybe call one or two more clients to check in and say hello. It’s time to create a new email message or leave a few more comments on social media that just might earn the top-of-mind awareness that will make my name pop into their heads the next time someone needs what I do. Maybe I need to reach out to someone and schedule an appointment for breakfast, coffee, lunch, or happy hour.
No sense in worrying about the things that didn’t happen.
As my favorite singer, Tom Petty, once sang, “There’s something good waiting down this road. I’m picking up whatever is mine.”
It’s time to spit and move on.
1 thought on “Sometimes You Gotta SAMO”
Guy ·
I get in my car Scream once very loud and move on.