OMG it was a day yesterday
08/29/2003
Melt down on top of meltdown in the little office in South Austin. I walked into the office and all hell broke loose. One tenant claims he has fleas and slept in his car, one tenant can’t pay his rent because he spent to much on his vacation. Two tenants are on the verge of going to the padded cells. One should be asked to move out. I couldn’t figure out who was living in another place. Embarrassing to have to call and ask “who should be on the lease?”
The fleas are non existent. I couldn’t find a single critter in the apartment. I am not saying they were not there but the tenant had nuked the place with foggers the day before. I think he just had a psychosomatic episode. No I am not going to let you take a “rent concession” because you brought a bunch of fleas into the apartment. They were not there when you moved in.
Another tenant has sent a note requesting repairs every few days for 2 weeks. I have hit tilt with her. I am going to suggest that she take her rent payment and keep it to find a new place to live. I am done, I am not playing with her anymore. She can just shut up or move. If you are that unhappy I don’t want you there. The bitches were unreasonable, way exaggerated, and I am not you mother!
We were doing construction, new siding and some new windows. Had to go into the tenants apartments to do the cutting and trim work for the windows. I have seen some nasty apartments but one was way over the top. I am not exaggerating when I tell you I wanted to vomit when I saw it. Some of the construction workers actually did. I don’t want to burden you with the details they are gross. The decision on what to do is tougher. This disorder is a sign of a major mental health issues. There is no way I am going to clean this pigsty up. I will have to follow up with this tenant and if it is not cleaned with in a few days, I am done with this tenant. One other tenant is on the verge of a mess like the above mentioned disaster. The boss handed him cleaning products and told him to clean his act up. A third male in the group wouldn’t let the workers in because he doesn’t speak Spanish. WTF? I don’t care what language you speak when there is work to be done, there is work to be done.
The scariest part of the whole thing? All three of the males had condom wrappers in there apartments. Not a fresh new pack waiting for use, they were used. Makes me wonder how the hell these guys get laid? What woman in there right mind would even be with any of them? This thought just boggles my mind. I just don’t get it.
I skipped out on a meeting after work. I showed up but didn’t stay very long. I needed to find my “happy place” I headed off to my yoga class. I did find my happy place after all of this.
Plans tonight: hang with Saba, a pizza and a movie?
