Friday, August 22, 2014

Sympathy isn't really my thing

I have an ex tenant who moved to another part of town.  She moved into a rental house.  She was excited because it had a yard,  she was getting away from big old mean me,  and she wouldn't be surrounded by college kids anymore, etc.

She came in to pick something up from our office the other day and she told me that she had to wait 5 days for them to fix something.  5 days.  Interesting.  She also told me that her new landlord is a creeper and he is constantly coming up with reasons why he needs to be there. Sounds super fun.   She was told they would have a lawn company to take care of the mowing but now one had been there in the nearly 20 days they have lived there to mow.  Poor thing.

This is a person who did nothing but bitch while she was here.  Bitch about the 24 hours it took to respond to a clogged drain (clogged by her hair).  She would bitch when I was in her apartment (to stay with outside contractors whom I would never leave unattended in anyone's space since they don't work for us).  Even once bitched after it snowed because it took us nearly 24 hours to get a plow on the lot.  (we had just gotten close to 10 inches of snow and ice and it had begun around 9 in the morning so we couldn't get someone on the lot until the following afternoon.  That is just where we fell on the snow plows schedule.  (we did shovel all walk ways, steps, and even private porch areas at 6 a.m. the morning after the snow stopped to make them safe) Basically she was insane.  But she fo sho wanted my sympathy for her new living situation.  Sure.  I feel super bad for her. 

Not once did crazy pants ever comment on how good she actually had it here.  She actually ended the bitch fest by saying that 'it could be worse, she could still live here'.  Some bitches just need to be slapped.  A lot.

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