In a leasing office on a Saturday, concession is the word you hear, not lease
A friend manages a 340 unit property and said I could sit in the leasing office on a Saturday if I wanted to see what the job actually looks like. I've been poking around the service side of real estate for a while and I figured leasing was people signing papers.
I brought a coffee and a notebook and I ended up just writing down what people said.
Two tours came in before noon. Both of them opened with some version of "what are you giving." Not what's the rent. What are you giving. One woman had a printout from a competitor down the road with six weeks free circled in pen and she put it on the desk like a poker hand. The leasing agent didn't even flinch, she pulled up a sheet and matched it.
The third tour was a guy who already lived there. He came in to say he'd gotten his renewal offer and the new resident special was better than what they were offering him to stay. He was very polite about it. He just wanted somebody to explain why. The agent got quiet for a second and then went and got the manager.
He re-signed. They gave him something. I don't know what because I got waved off for that part.
What stuck with me is that nobody in that office was selling a place to live. They were all doing arithmetic out loud about what the building across the street was doing that week. My friend said her whole Monday morning is a call where four properties read out their occupancy and what they're giving away, and the number changes every week.
I thought property management was keys and maintenance requests. It's a price war with a front desk.