Secret Sauce: GlampingI sat down with Melissa for an early dinner at The Cuckoo's Nest (@cuckooalbany). I felt autumn for the first time this year as I waited to meet her outside on the busy Western Ave. We headed back towards the dapper L-shaped bar, and while I ran to the restroom to wash my hands, Melissa had already ordered a glass of Cherry Pie wine. The beer options were extensive, local and seasonal. , I decided to try a Dogfish Head IPA I hadn’t yet had called Flesh & Blood. Weird name, delicious taste. No quicker than it took for my IPA to arrive, Melissa had dove into a story about a trip to San Francisco that happened about 10 years ago while she was completing her dual master’s at SUNY Albanyin Counseling and Psychology. My first question was how did a woman with those interests become a successful agent in real estate? But I bit my tongue and held out, because the story was shaping up to be a good one. She had been bartending at the Goldfinger and a few co-workers decided they were in need of a sanity break. They sprung on some cheap airfare with the sunny Pacific California coast in mind. The plan was to fly into San Francisco, drive south to San Diego, then fly back home to Albany in 10-days flat.
To say my curiosity had been quelled would have been a lie, in fact, I was brimming with questions. What transpired after Melissa acquired both of those prestigious MBAs that led her to change her course and become real estate agent? An incredibly successful real estate agent to bat! Long answer? Read her biography. Short answer? The year she graduated, the Capital District was in short demand and high supply of educators and counselors.. The chances of her resume being reviewed were one in one hundred twenty, and if by some miracle she was selected, she would be placed in a pool with twenty nine other, just as prepared interviewees. With what now, after meeting with Melissa, I recognized as tenacity, she was finally presented an offer. Initially, it didn’t bother her that the school was over an hour away, the starting pay was $8/hr. and the position was more focused in education than counseling. . She took it with a grain of salt as a foot in the door, and committed herself full-heartedly to doing the best she could in teaching at-risk and struggling youth. Over the next year she hustled, beginning her day of teaching before the sun rose at 5:00, then leaving the school at 3pm, to run home and hopefully get a bite to eat before starting her 7-midnight shift bartending. I was floored with the notion of the shift in focus and compartmentalizing it must have taken her to take on so much in one day. If she could handle all that, I believed she could have been successful in any career she chose. So why real estate?Quick interruption: The Grit Tots & Fried Green Tomatoes? The tots came with this gravy that made me forget it rained all Summer. Seriously.
So she turned to her mentor and former college professor for advice. He happened to know of a local real estate brokerage in need of an Office Admin. The position would provide her with stability, a livable salary and down time. It was tempting. However, she wasn’t ready to sideline her goals just yet, and held off on the transition.
A few weeks later a fight broke out at her school that required her and a few other teachers to intervene. With quick action and teamwork, they were able to snuff out the fire. However, an ember still fueled from the dispute, sparked. Or in her case, kicked. Directly in her face. After a few days of rest she called the number on the card her mentor had given. The story was less juicy from here, but now that I understood her work ethic and courage to pursue new beginnings, I had a good idea of how, after learning the ropes, she quickly transitioned from her admin position to the role of a Residential Real Estate Agent.
The rest, they say, is history.Most people go their entire life sans a kick in the face. So far be it from me to pass judgement on anyone deciding to table a 10+ year pursuit for perspective. Motivation, I believe, is something most people need and are constantly seeking. The antidote? Discipline. Melissa has an unprecedented level of discipline. Making motivation irrelevant.
Fast forward five years. Add a son, then a daughter, and you have yourself the Killion tribe. Enter stage from left: Motivation. I mentioned she's a single parent, right?