I have this friend who is my muse and who just so happens to not know a single thing about the apartment industry. Some of the conversations that we have just turn into good, no great, content. This friend also has a running joke with me about my Jewish family and his Mexican heritage (how true that is, I don’t know, but I’ll let him claim it). But how do we relate to one another as friend’s based on our backgrounds, on our heritage?
Which brought me back around to being relatable and my stint at Ruby Tuesday’s about a year or so ago (shocker, I know…more on that in a minute). But how relatable are we to one another? How relatable do we make ourselves? The standard defintion of relatable is:
enabling a person to feel that they can relate to someone or something
Our job as property management professionals requires us to be somewhat relatable. Now in all instances can we relate to the individual that we are renting an apartment home to?? No. Trust me, I have always worked on blue collar properties. Even my prior lease ups, the rents were typical middle income rents.
Now, where I’m working now? Luxury apartments…..I assure you, not relatable. I wasn’t raised wealthy, did not marry wealthy, and didn’t divorce wealthy either (HA!).
But I do have a very funny story for you, about me. I think most of you know, if you’ve read my blog or known me, I’ve been doing this for about 11 years. Since I was 21. I knew immediately I’d found my niche’, my passion, and worked hard to move up quickly. I had a confidence about me. A somewhat cocky air of confidence. That can be troublesome, regardless of how good you are at what you do. Humble gratitude for finding what you love is important.
I digress, as always. Ok, so funny story about me.
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