The most terrifying effect of the housing crisis is not sleeping in cars; it's the way we all seem to be turning into fluffers on the porn set of high finance. This week Auckland became officially the hottest property market in the world.
So you have to ask yourself: when that is what we are best at, why bother training to do an everyday pencil-chewing, non-property-related job? You'd feel like a bit of a muggins becoming a molecular geneticist or a disaster relief specialist right? It makes far more economic sense to just clip the property ticket along with everyone else. Every week another B-list celebrity announces they are becoming a real estate agent. My Facebook feed seems to be full of budding Annette Bennings from American Beauty: "I will sell this house today!"
Sure some might argue your soul will shrivel and it's a job requirement to be mildly delusional - to some real estate agents Chernobyl is a do-up - but really, it seems to me you can make pots of money by putting up a few ungrammatical signs and smiling a lot.
In the past10 years the price of housing has doubled, but it seems real estate commissions have not changed. If an average Auckland house of $300,000 was sold in 2004 there was about $9000 in commission. If an Auckland house sells for $1 million now, my calculations are there is a lazy $30,000 for the same amount of work. Maybe even less work given the overheated nature of the market. Some houses have been sold three times in one day and presumably the real estate agents still got a cut.
Whereas, the pay rates for we drones who labour away in dilapidated non-property related jobs have hardly budged, let alone tripled.