Yep

meh

I am struggling to even stay at work today.  Trying to come up with reasons I need to cut out early.  I have about a million other things I would rather be doing than working.  But I can't even come up with a good excuse to leave.  The effort of thinking one up just seems like too much effort.  The effort of not using the word effort multiple times in one sentence seems like too much effort as well.  Meh. I will try to make it 30 more minutes.  We shall see.

Pause

So last night some kids that looked like they might be in high school came into one of our buildings and beat the bejesus out of a college kid.  5 kids beat up one kid.  Because they bumped into him in the hall.  I am normally calling my tenants names and mocking them for their idiocy, but no one deserves that.  I have pulled all the camera footage and forwarded it our local police. 

I am pausing from making fun of them for a moment.  What the hell is going on???  Why is this such a common thing now?  I just don't get it.  This guy was just walking down the hall and turned a corner and bumped into someone.  You can see his hand go up in a apologetic gesture.  He tries to then walk around the kid and the kid attacks him and his friends follow suit.  It was insane to watch.  They stomped on his head.  They literally kicked him while he was down.  Over and over again. 

I usually fear for our futures based on the college kids who are acting like fools, but maybe I am missing the bigger picture and should be far more worried about what is coming up behind them.  The even younger group of kids.  And the 20 year olds with zero direction.  Is this how they act?  Worse than drunk frat boys?  Just violent idiots? 

After they were done kicking the crap out of the kid, literally, they all stood over him and high fived.  Some other tenants came out and helped up their friend.  But they didn't run off the violent kids.  Some people actually stood in the hall way to chat with them.  I saw one of the guy who was beaten frat brothers actually laugh and shake hands with one of the attackers.  I am sure he wasn't 100% aware of how bad it had been.  He came out at the end as some people were helping up the kid and taking him away.  But still. 

And no one called the police.  No one.  I had to contact the police today.  A violent incident occurred and no one bothered to contact the authorities.  I am not encouraging a tattle tale society.  But there is a time and a place for police.  After being attacked is the time!!!  The kid who was beaten would have contacted the police but he said he was so out of it he couldn't. He did today.  Thankfully. 

Hopefully these kids will be caught.  And hopefully this is just a random occurrence on our property. But based on what I see in the news I am guessing not. 

How is it only Tuesday?????

So far this week, at 2:00 on Tuesday, I have spoken to 3 different fire marshals (how many can one town have?) and two different sets of police. 

And if I am not crazy, as I type this another two fire marshals are walking in now . . . To be continued shortly . . .  Followed by two cops. . . This should be good. . .

Update: 

My tenants are idiots and Johnny Law isn't entertained.  Shocking.  Just shocking.  Basically they wanted to give my tenants the business and they wanted to do it in front of me so that I was aware my tenants were idiots.  I was completely unaware.  Thank God I know now. 



Just a little side note, I do actually appreciate all the help I get from the police.  They get a bad rap sometimes, but they have been amazingly helpful for me in trying to get the idiocy to stop. And yes I am aware the Fire Marshal is trying to keep everyone safe.  I appreciate that as well.  I just get tired of it taking up such a large portion of my day. 

Flashback #5

This is going to shock you.  So prepare yourself.  My tenants like to lie to me.  *GASP*  I know, that sounds crazy, but it is true.  The check is in the mail . . .  A bum must have broken in our apartment and broken that door . . .  I don't know who got drunk and peed in the hall . . .   You get the idea.   But occasionally I get a tenant who just owns their idiocy. Just wears it like a badge.  They do dumb stuff.  They pay for it.  These kids don't bother me.  I still have to clean up their messes but they at least pay up.

I had a tenant who lived on our properties for a couple years.  I hate to say it but this kid cracked me up.  At all times.  He was awful. Terrible.  Just flat out bad.  But he was also sweet and funny and kept me laughing at his idiocy.  Here is one of my favorites about a kid we will call Joe Smith.

Joe lived in one of our units two years ago.  He and his friend broke pretty much every door in the place.  There was no less than 25 holes in the walls when they moved out.  There were even holes in the hard wood floor.  I mean big holes.  As in you could see into the basement.  They broke windows, they were filthy, they were a big pain in my ass.  They moved out.  They paid their damage bill.  They knew they did it.  4 boys lived there.  3 of them moved on.  No idea where they went. 

But not Joe.  Joe moved into a different unit with 3 new friends.  But he swore these were better behaved frat brothers.  Sure.  Ok. These are the type of frat boys who stay home and study on a Friday.  Nice try Joe. 

So Joe and his buddies move into this new place and they actually seem like they are going to behave.  (at least better than the 4 boys who lived there before them, but that is a different and shocking story that I shall share with you later).  It lasted for a month or so, and then the fire marshal calls.  Always the stinking fire marshal.  The parties were getting out of hand. 

I had a little sit down with Joe and his buddies and they assured me they would tone it down.  They would reel it in.  Get it under control.  They were so sorry. Blah blah blah.   They seem to actually do this.  Then it happened. 

While getting a lease signed by a kid who was pre-leasing for this current lease term I heard the best story.  Ever.  This kid, who we will call Bob, had a broken hand and a very fresh cast. I politely asked Bob how he broke it.  He tells me he broke it during his fraternities annual charity boxing match.  They raise money for the charity they support by selling tickets and charging at the door, requiring 'tips' for beer, and I think he said they even sold t-shirts.  They raised quite a bit of money!  Good for them!  As he and I discussed the event more, it actually sounded like a really fun night!

I asked where the event was held.  He tells me.  Yep.  You guessed it. Good old Joe hosted a charity boxing match in his apartment.  They had a ring set up and everything.  I know what you are thinking.  Yes.  That apartment is that big. It is a 4 bedroom unit that is the entire top floor of a building. 

I call Joe.  He doesn't exactly deny it.  Just assures me they will fix everything and not to worry about it.  His exact words.  They will fix everything.  Fix.  Everything.  What the hell needs to be fixed??????  He just chuckled.  Joe recently moved out and moved on.  Everyone has to grow up and graduate at some point.    We went in to get his unit ready for the next tenants.  He did not fix everything.  Broken doors, railings, counter tops.  You name it.  They broke it.  But they did raise money for charity.  So I guess they have that going for them.

Idiots.

Military boys

I have a handful of guys who are marines and army living in our properties.  The vast majority of them I just freaking adore.  They are clean, prompt on payment, polite, and frankly I am thankful for their service.  But there are a few who just make my life awful, and they like to throw around that they are soldiers.   I think they assume people will forgive their idiocy and make allowances for their bad behavior.  I do not.  It actually pisses me off. 

I have had two ex-marines in particular that have made me crazy.  They are terrible.  They are destructive, rude, disrespectful little shits.  They always have on their marine shirts, and are covered in their marine tats.   One of them currently still resides on here and I am just counting down the days until his lease is up and just praying he doesn't renew.  Let him go somewhere else and act like a badass/douche-bag. 

The other is already gone.  He skipped out on his lease early.  Owes us a ton of back rent and late fees, and is now fighting the damage bill for all the destruction he caused. (he just called today. That is what made me think of him)  He says it was like that when he got there.  Sure. I let you move into a unit with broken doors, 23 burned out light bulbs, a broken fridge, and holes in the wall.  Ok.  I just got word that he is moving to Hawaii.  I am guessing with the military.  But I am not 100% sure.  But God help the next people who have to clean up after him.  He is a sad representation of a Marine and frankly it bums me out.

Keepng it Clean

We are in the process of doing some seasonal maintenance on our properties. Tree trimming, power washing, painting, etc.  We do this every year to try to keep everything looking nice.  Yesterday I had a tenant call me to tell me that the power washer was extremely loud and disruptive.  She was trying to sleep and couldn't we do that later?  Ummmm. . .  It was 11:00 in the morning.  So no, not really.  We couldn't do it later.  And no she doesn't have a night job.  She is just a college aged kid.  I would guess hangover based on the number empty beer cans outside her door.  I feel like they don't understand the concept of a trash can.  It is just lazy and insane!!  

I have also had complaints about the 'sketchy looking guys' picking up stuff in the parking lots.  Those sketchy looking guys are called maintenance workers.  They are dirty because they are working hard.  I realize this is a difficult concept for most of my tenants.  I will, in the future, request that our contractors wear a suit and tie whilst they are cleaning up the party messes and repairing the damage that your drunk frat boy friends caused.  Getting right on that. Just this minute.

Can you hear my eyes rolling?  I thought so.