conveyancing

Collingwood doesn’t have the best reputation, it’s true. If people actually visited, they might realise that it’s actually kind of a nice place, quiet in a way that most inner-city places aren’t and in possession of a few nice little cafes here and there. A Melbourne suburb without a nice café is like a suburb without running water, after all. So that’s why I wish more businesses would invest here, instead of buying into the whole ‘no teeth’ stereotype. Thank you very little, AFL.
In fact, I even know of a few nooks and crannies where some interesting businesses might thrive. I’ve been in touch with Collingwood conveyancing people, and they’ve all told me that they’d love to help new residents and businesses move in! And yes, that’s sort of their job to make that happen, but still…I think it’ll be lovely to see, this place thriving again. There’s a special subsidy scheme going on that will help business owners with their conveyancing needs, setting up a business and dealing with finances. The council actually spent a great deal on advertising, so you might have seen the billboard: the nice girl steaming some milk behind a café counter while some very happy customers chat in the background. We made sure that there was another, pre-made coffee siting there that looked amazing, so people got the message even clearer: this girl set up a café in Collingwood, and it’s going great. Her café is full and the customers are happy! Some said it was too saccharine, but I disagree. In fact, we used muted yet gentle colours to bring out her expression of contentment. Oh, and then we got a local copywriting company to give us some text about conveyancing solicitors and how they can help with the conveyancing process, as is their job, but that’s also the part that scares a lot of people. Just you all wait. Collingwood will be great again. I’ll do my best to make that happen. Because I work for the council and that’s my job, but also sentimental reasons!
-Kaylee

It’s always a bit of a lottery, competing in athletics tournaments at my age. But that big TV show, Australia’s Greatest Shinobi, is coming to Melbourne, and even though I’m a little bit past my prime, I’m willing to try out.

It’s funny how I divide my time. I work in an office during the week and I don’t talk about any of this stuff, so most people probably just think I run or something. But I have all this going on. Not that I let any of it take away from anything else, because I work with people who do things like leasing and conveyancing around Bentleigh, so I need to be switched on. I try not to let the worlds cross over, but sometimes I’ll be clambering over an obstacle and thinking about my financial planning, or I’ll be in the office and I’ll suddenly figure out a better way up the climbing wall. They’re two very important things, so naturally there’s going to be some crossover, but I’m worried about how much I think about one while doing the other. Conveyancing can be a tricky game, what with things changing, house prices going up and down, solicitors relying on me to keep them updated. So I need to keep my head in the game. What if I’m in the middle of Australian Shinobi and I suddenly remember that I have some paperwork that needs filing? And then I’m up the creek because I miss the rope swing and it adds a whole four seconds to my time, and then I end up taking second place. Or worse.

Maybe I should just pick me. Australian Shinobi isn’t going to pay the bills. Maybe the people who do conveyancing around Carlton and wherever else actually need my help. But still, I can’t stop moving. I’m committed to the lifestyle, and I can dream, at least…

-Fergus

When I was little, I used to see what would happen if you replaced a person’s cat with a dog, and vice versa, and whether they would notice the difference. You’d be surprised by how often people just didn’t know. I did use doggy cats and catty dogs, so maybe that was it.

Now, I’ve moved onto the property market. Oh, the wonderful market of property. See, I come from a long line of estate agents. My father was an estate agent, my grandfather owned lots of estate, and you could say he had agency over that estate, and I’m not sure about further back. I think some of my relatives are Melbourne property conveyancers…or some such thing. Y’know, it’s a bit vague. Still, I have it in my blood. I look at a home and I hear the amount it was sold for being whispered into my head, like some kind of spider-sense. All the greats had this gift, which surely means I’m cut out for a life of greatness. Great things await me. I just know it. Great conveyancing things. Not that conveyancing means pounding the pavement in search for a person’s dream home, but I feel like it’s a great stepping stone into the industry for me, you see. 0

I have other skills as well. Like my ability to estimate how long it will be before a house is sold. I’ve looked at houses in prime position that you think would be sold in three days flat. Nope! That little voice tells me that it won’t be that easy. Six weeks at least, the voice says. Maybe seven, if that prediction of rain comes true and no one comes to the open day. I strolled by seven weeks later after a particularly bad shower of rain, and the sign was still alive. I called it! One day I want to become Melbourne’s conveyancer for the people, I’ll use my talents to make property transfers better for everyone. I dedicate my life to this cause.