I've been a licensed agent for six years, and I still don't know how to respond when someone asks me at a party, "So what do you actually DO all day?" Like, Janet, today I spent forty-five minutes talking a seller off a ledge because she saw a neighbor's house sold for $12K more and now thinks I'm personally robbing her. Then I drove forty minutes to unlock a door for a contractor who was already inside when I got there. I wrote two offers that will probably get rejected. I attended a mandatory office meeting about our new headshot requirements. I spent an hour trying to figure out why DocuSign wasn't sending, only to realize the buyer typed their email wrong. I skipped lunch. I answered a call from a lead who just wanted to tell me about their divorce for twenty minutes before admitting they're "probably two years out" from buying. I drove home in the dark. And tomorrow I get to do it all again while pretending I'm living my best boss babe life on Instagram. But sure, Janet, must be nice to "make your own schedule."