Dressed, please
I've finished my first week of post-licensing real estate training. I'd started the week feeling a step above a used car salesman, only to find that I'm really a step below a used car salesman. And there's a former used car salesman in my class. Not exactly an ego boosting experience. To think I was once a captain of industry... if only in my imagination.
One good thing about class this week was the long lunch breaks, which allowed me to grab a bite in the French Quarter. Monday was a fried crawfish po'boy at Felix's, Wednesday was a fried catfish po'boy at Acme Oyster Bar (where you may have seen me on the Acmecam), and today was fried chicken at Fiorella's.
I was able to go to Fiorella's today because we had a ninety minute lunch break - it's quite a haul to get there from the center of the CBD. As I walked there at noon (at a brisk pace), I could see that the Quarter was already filled with tourists in anticipation of the French Quarter Festival, which starts today and continues through Sunday. Stages were set up at four locations on Bourbon Street. Bourbon and Royal Street were chockful of tourists, ditto Jackson Square. Walking at a brisk pace amid gawking tourists is a test of patience and agility.
I read a chapter on being a change agent while I waited for my fried chicken (eaten for the most part sans fried batter). The ladies at the table next to me, who looked like French Quarter rats, were commenting on the low prices for bloody Mary's at a bar across the street, which they planned to check out once they were done with lunch. I wonder if it was his bar.
I've finished my first week of post-licensing real estate training. I'd started the week feeling a step above a used car salesman, only to find that I'm really a step below a used car salesman. And there's a former used car salesman in my class. Not exactly an ego boosting experience. To think I was once a captain of industry... if only in my imagination.
One good thing about class this week was the long lunch breaks, which allowed me to grab a bite in the French Quarter. Monday was a fried crawfish po'boy at Felix's, Wednesday was a fried catfish po'boy at Acme Oyster Bar (where you may have seen me on the Acmecam), and today was fried chicken at Fiorella's.
I was able to go to Fiorella's today because we had a ninety minute lunch break - it's quite a haul to get there from the center of the CBD. As I walked there at noon (at a brisk pace), I could see that the Quarter was already filled with tourists in anticipation of the French Quarter Festival, which starts today and continues through Sunday. Stages were set up at four locations on Bourbon Street. Bourbon and Royal Street were chockful of tourists, ditto Jackson Square. Walking at a brisk pace amid gawking tourists is a test of patience and agility.
I read a chapter on being a change agent while I waited for my fried chicken (eaten for the most part sans fried batter). The ladies at the table next to me, who looked like French Quarter rats, were commenting on the low prices for bloody Mary's at a bar across the street, which they planned to check out once they were done with lunch. I wonder if it was his bar.
