"somehow all the real estate agents decided I want to do it again every few days"
Are those agents as useless there as they are here in Norway?
I sold my old apartment a little over a year ago. I am ashamed to say that I chose one of those bastards who had been filling up my mailbox with stupid post cards over the years. "I just sold a flat in your neighbourhood and the idiot buying it paid well in excess of the market value!"
I naturally assumed, based on those post cards (I googled my little heart out and found no good statistics to verify one way or another), that this agent had a nack for finding any number of fools that would happily fork over a bundle for apartments such as mine.
"Do we need old-fashioned advertising in print?" I asked. "No way! Your apartment will be easy to sell!".
He then talked me into "apartment makeup". Some consultant puts in €1000 worth of IKEA furnishing in your apartment while charging you €1500. You naturally return the furniture after a month (or continue paying "rent") or so. Fine... so it sold then?
Well, lets hold another open house during the automn vacation ("aren't people away on, well, vacation then?" "No worries, the ones interested in your apartment stay home in the city!"), would I be interested in putting in a printed ad. I rejected this offer, but his assistant had already pulled the trigger. No-one showed (vacation... remember?).
It struck me that it is a brilliant occupation. You hang around waiting for a prospective buyer to show up, and if that fails you simply ask the client to pay for some more advertising. There is virtually no risk.
He did manage in the end. I got an offer that matched the assessment, but that was of course well under what the sleezebag hinted at to begin with. I was willing to go another round, but he had obviously lost interest by then and so I surrendered.
But what a completely meaningless occupation.