There are plenty of people in real estate who don't need second jobs. They're known as "competent."
Masters degree in a business discipline, real estate brainiac, pilot license, etc. All those options and you stay with FedEx because [insert reason here; it it's not good, don't worry, it'll be a different one next week].
None of this makes any sense. A guy who has your qualifications (for real) wouldn't stay at a job he hates. His coworkers would absolutely hate him because they would leave in a heartbeat if they had those credentials and they don't want to hear him complain when he has the ability to do something about it. And most guys who are that overqualified for a job tend to stay quiet about it because they don't want to be peppered with the inevitable question of, "WTF are you doing HERE??!?!??!?" It's a sore spot for them because they aren't pursuing what they want and don't want to be reminded of it each time someone asks that question.
You're either the typical message board tough guy who talks out of his butt or you have some of the credentials that you speak of but are such a horribly self-obsessed egomaniac that you have no idea how a rational person would act... which would explain why you're so defensive.
Great personal attack....you worked hard on it. If you knew anything about real estate you would also know it's ultra competitive, especially in the area I live. You're up against commission cutters, Redfin, and self sellers, and the no conscience agents who will lie like a rug to get a listing.
I'm off by 1030 and free to show clients homes in the afternoons and early evenings, which is when they're available. Full-time agents have a lot of slack time unless they're a megastar, so PT works for me.
I fly for fun, as in private pilot, which doesn't qualify me for anything else.
Education? I never wanted to be office bound and don't care for office politics and games. I also don't care for the ethics of most organizations, particularly FedEx, so I've built my own successful combination of real estate and PT RTD.
Once I hit Bob Brinker's magic number, I am out. One more decent income property and my wife can quit her job.
Sorry you're in the world's worst loser job.