Networking is a fancy term for “who do you know who can help you?” or “who might need your help?” with the presupposition that both parties will benefit sooner or later. The more people you know, the larger the network, the more things get done.
Selling the house has been made immeasurably easier by the networks developed by my realtor and by me as well. I don’t want to give everything away about my realtor until we get to letter R, but I will tell you here that in getting houses ready for the market, he drums up a lot of business for tradespeople. He becomes familiar with companies that will work to his standards and treat his clients nicely.
We wanted to know what work the house needed. He knew a good inspector.
A section of roof had a leak. He knew a roofer who came out and gave a bid right away.
The rental house needed a lot of cosmetic repair. He knew a good painter.
Electrical work needed to be done. He knew an electrician who was reasonable in price and did good work.
I needed an extra handyman. He found one.
I have done pretty well for not being in the business of fixing houses. I have Joe, who is a super networker among his friends. Joe and his crews have done cement work, lawn work, pressure washing, tree removal, appliance repair, and today they took away all my recyclable metal, and old sheets of plywood. What a relief.
Through years of being hospitable to my daughter’s friends (who have grown up and now have jobs) I have a supplier of packing boxes, and a great plumber.
Best of all, my own networking has supplied me with a great number of good friends who are praying me through this whole ordeal, bit by bit. God alone knows how many times he has stepped in and helped us along because of them. Y’all know who you are – thank you so very much!
The husband and I are suddenly sick with headaches and colds, making it difficult to think and work. Nevertheless, the busiest Monday so far was today. Painter, electricians (2 of them), handyman were all at work. I took some Excedrin and starting painting in my house. I can hardly wait until letter P to tell how much I hate painting.