Hunka Hunka Burnin' Building
May. 20th, 2004 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losI’ve nearly abandoned my lj recently. Sooooo busy! I guess I should generally update friends who haven’t heard on the big events in my life recently.
So Sunday night around one in the morning an unknown arsonist crept into my family’s business, my mom’s real estate company, and poured some gasoline about the place. After taking time to pilfer all the laptops and riffle through one of the employee’s personal belongings, they started a fire in one of the back rooms. If you’ve never been in a real estate or other clerical office, these places are practically made of paper. They run on it- jotted notes, little bits of info, etc. A successful real estate office is such because of its information.
More information equals less work and more speed in filling out paperwork on people or homes you’ve sold before. With my mom’s transaction volume, we had files on a good percentage of the property offered in the city. More speed means fewer wages out to secretaries and assistants who would otherwise have to start from scratch and repave the road in order to get there, so to speak. More information means more speed means more money.
No one digitalizes records- it’d be nigh impossible, there’s just so much various crap, how would you scan and store it all coherently? At any rate, they’re in ashes or too smoke damaged to work with. We’ve relocated across the parking lot to a fresh office, but the efforts to inventory what’s left go on. We definitively know its arson, though, and here’s a tip to all the criminal minds out there: when burning down a building, DO NOT lock the door behind you! Then everyone knows that you had a key. This narrows suspects considerably. Jesus, so Raskolnikov. Criminals are just stupid. Somebody needs to clean up that profession.
Anyway, it’s nastydirty over there. Helped haul stuff out the other day (metal tube EXPLODED out from under me when I stepped on it, scared the shit out of me). If fire is an element of purification, why is it so dirty? I think I’m getting an ulcer. The end of school, all my APs, now this- I don’t really eat much anymore, yet I’m apparently gaining weight and am nauseous all the time. And no, it’s physically impossible that I’m pregnant. I think something’s really physically wrong with me. Maybe it’s just stress. Maybe I should see a doctor. This week sucks!
So Sunday night around one in the morning an unknown arsonist crept into my family’s business, my mom’s real estate company, and poured some gasoline about the place. After taking time to pilfer all the laptops and riffle through one of the employee’s personal belongings, they started a fire in one of the back rooms. If you’ve never been in a real estate or other clerical office, these places are practically made of paper. They run on it- jotted notes, little bits of info, etc. A successful real estate office is such because of its information.
More information equals less work and more speed in filling out paperwork on people or homes you’ve sold before. With my mom’s transaction volume, we had files on a good percentage of the property offered in the city. More speed means fewer wages out to secretaries and assistants who would otherwise have to start from scratch and repave the road in order to get there, so to speak. More information means more speed means more money.
No one digitalizes records- it’d be nigh impossible, there’s just so much various crap, how would you scan and store it all coherently? At any rate, they’re in ashes or too smoke damaged to work with. We’ve relocated across the parking lot to a fresh office, but the efforts to inventory what’s left go on. We definitively know its arson, though, and here’s a tip to all the criminal minds out there: when burning down a building, DO NOT lock the door behind you! Then everyone knows that you had a key. This narrows suspects considerably. Jesus, so Raskolnikov. Criminals are just stupid. Somebody needs to clean up that profession.
Anyway, it’s nastydirty over there. Helped haul stuff out the other day (metal tube EXPLODED out from under me when I stepped on it, scared the shit out of me). If fire is an element of purification, why is it so dirty? I think I’m getting an ulcer. The end of school, all my APs, now this- I don’t really eat much anymore, yet I’m apparently gaining weight and am nauseous all the time. And no, it’s physically impossible that I’m pregnant. I think something’s really physically wrong with me. Maybe it’s just stress. Maybe I should see a doctor. This week sucks!
