Since I’ve rented out nearly all my 20 week allotment of 1,250 sqft 1BR Suites for $2,550 each, and 740 sqft Master Studios for $2,150 each for 2015, all I have left other than a single 1BR and a few Studio weeks—one of which I just booked for myself—is unlimited 3, 4, and 5 night bookings at $625 and $495 per night, respectively. I make $100 per night on the spread. Been doing a lot of those.
It has been crazy night and day with inquiries. A year ago, I sold out my 10 contract weeks in February and popped for another $50K contract, to double inventory to 20 weeks. Now, here I sit, same month a year later in the same place: almost sold out for 2015 and it won’t be until July or so when people begin booking for 2016. That’s not all. Nearly sold out, it’s only from people who fill out the form on VRBO, then deal in email. 90% of my bookings involve zero phone conversation. I have 18 or 20 unlistened-to voicemails. Sorry folks: people who can communicate in writing get priority, and I’m almost sold out.
But what if I could serve the unwashed phone callers, as well as the Internet types who I can’t get to before they make other arrangements? What if I recognize my laziness of luxury as good, but not good enough? What if I could put in play another contract or two and have enough potential revenue to pay taxes (that’s euphemism for creating real jobs)? …The world is a 7 billions collection of fucktards who believe governments exact taxes. It’s an illusion. Businesses create activity, and the state steals the most from the unclever; all while the middle ground laps it up just because they can and are so sheepishly fearful of everything that they’ll hand over an ass fucking every day with a smile. The middle is the fat part of the Bell Curve with “FUCKTARD” as the x-axis.
…I got this review yesterday for another vacation rental place, one I own outright and the one that got me started in this business out of the blue. It’s the 66th review I think, 64 of them 5-star, 2, 4-star.
This cabin always exceeds our expectations!
This is our third and definately not our last stay at Richards cabin. It is the ideal getaway venue for the following reasons, not in particular order:
1. Richard is a breeze and a delight to do business with in every way – easy going, professional, communicative, helpful, thorough, kind.
2. The space has everything needed for a multiple family gathering – beds, linens, open floor plan, flat driveway, games, coziness, fully stocked kitchen, great location close to downtown, easy drive to big trees and bv, great music system, outdoor space from deck to fire pit to woods to explore.
3. Price is unbeatable for what you get.
4. Ease of interaction and the process – from getting in to the cabin to check out, it’s a breeze with Richard.
We had 5 families and 14 folks total and it was spacious enough for all of us. We had group meals, and game time and smores outside and night walks under the stars. We love coming to Richards and will be back again and again. As one family said, can we book this every year until eternity? I’m not sure VRBO is set up for that but you get the sentiment. Rent this space!!!
It’s tear fodder if you’re me, but when you’re me and you think about it, you serve yourself best by asking yourself what in the fuck you’re doing when you clearly have such ease, success, love, and no stress doing something you’re naturally so good at you barely need to get out of bed to do good at it.
Who’s the biggest fucktard here? I know if you don’t.
…A few hours ago I booked a three night stay in a Land’s End Grand Solmar studio for someone, just a call of hundreds over 3 years. $300 to me in the spread for the trouble. Marta Rodriguez asked me: “Mr. Nikoley, when are you going to come stay, and visit us; me, Veronica, Patricia, Becky, Hector?”
Thing is, I’d already long been reflecting on being a pusher who never once sampled his own stash. Her question put me over the edge: from contemplation, to action…and when I make a decide, I move very fast. I emailed Beatrice. 2 minutes later I get her call: do it. I already had Kayak up for a bead on direct flights, SJC –> SJD and back (I don’t do layovers). Called back and as luck would have it, got Marta again.
Done. Headed out morning of March 21, back evening of the 28th.
It’s a business trip, not a social call. I want to inspect the product I’ve been selling for three years, so as to best understand whether to buy more contracts retail, or scoop up secondary-market contracts for almost nothing. Moreover, same developer will soon break ground on a golf-centric 5-star world class resort miles away and I need to integrate that, ground floor shit. Potential problem there is capital outlay way in advance of rental revenue.
…All this to say that you may miss me, you may not, but I’m tired and basically done writing about what you ought eat. Eat good, and fast regularly. If you eat crap, fast more. Feed your gut. Just eat beans for that. That’s about it.
I’ll still blog about it sometimes; but hereafter, you’ll best consider me not a paleo[ish], food, or health blogger; but rather, an Anarchist above all: interested in illustrating all ways that you live by virtue of convenient illusions almost all the time, and how you break that vicious cycle.