Thursday was our meeting with Phil S. and Donna regarding the launch of our new website.
We had expected to leave the meeting and get some much-needed retail therapy in afterwards. After an hour and a half (we had only covered ½ the bullet points on Phil’s list) we staggered to my car and beat feet out of the Scottsdale vortex on Perimeter Drive . . . or as Debbie calls it “oh no, not there?” Things might have been lost in translation . . . . . maybe . . .ya think?
To explain further . . . . we come from a time when there were only landlines and 911 had not been in service yet. I have been the main/anything to do with website person for us and Debbie has had it in for Al Gore since he invented the Internet. It’s not that she doesn’t like the Internet (it’s great for email and ARMLS and shopping or Facebook) but she is barely on speaking terms with her Gmail and is constantly losing things. Let’s not get into Dropbox, okay? She feels that her computers and their accompanying devices have formed personal alliances against her, and it is their mission to not comply with her wishes at all costs.
So as Phil talked about “driving clients to our website” and then logging into the Admin area and blogging, which we MUST start doing . . . (click here, click here, click here – and then hit “publish”) I was attempting to keep up, I could feel Deb starting to dissolve into the girl from the Exorcist . . . . head spinning . . . .the whole bit. When we hit the car the only places we wanted to go was home to our nice snug beds and pull the covers over our heads, and never come out.
Cos Real Estate . . . man we can do that all day . . . seriously. Website stuff . . . not so much. We have dragged ourselves kicking and screaming into a “new, modern” website because we had to, but that doesn’t mean we have to like it.
We respect and trust Phil and know that he wants our new website to succeed (cos he told us that). We are going to attempt to learn new things (VIDEO??? AAARRRGGGHHH) and Donna we know you are the woman getting it all done, Phil is the idea guy and the pretty face . . . .just saying.
So Phil, here we go . . . off like a prom dress (as my Girlfriend Laura used to say) . . . to apply all those things we discussed. Wish us luck!! AND Debbie wants her finger back.
Real Estate, that’s our thing, CALL US!!