Rent Week

Rent Week, or as I like to call it, Week of Hell has started.  Each month for 5 days I get an endless parade of tenants through my office who are not only paying their rent, but also are here to tell me everything that they hate about living here.  Here are some of todays complaints:

**I only have hot water for 15 minutes. That is insane. (ummmm....#fisrtworldproblems)

**Our Gas bill doubled last month.  Something must be wrong.  (Oh your gas bill doubled when you turned on your only gas appliance for the first time since you moved in? Shocking that a furnace would do that)

**Can we get new screens on our windows? Our cat keeps trying to jump out.  (what happened to the old ones??? And thank you for letting me know you have a cat, can you please pay your pet deposit?)

**Our ceiling fan isn't working.  There is something wrapped around it.  I don't know what.  (The ceiling fan hanging from the 20 foot ceilings????  How did you get something wrapped around it? I don't even want to know.)

And my favorite so far today:

**Our tub is super dirty.  Can maintenance come clean it? ( I just can't even respond to this.)

I just keep reminding myself that at least they keep it interesting.  'Can you clean my tub?'  Seriously.  I will be laughing about that for a while.

30 Days In

Well I have been back for 30 days.  So far it hasn't been too bad.  A few idiots.  But nothing out of control yet.  Here are some updates from the last month:

I had some girls in my office to sign a lease for next year and it was Halloween week. They were so hungover they could barely function.  Questionably still intoxicated.  As I am entering all their info into our system one of them starts crying.  I tried to ignore it but she was slowly starting to freak out.  I finally asked if she was ok.   Apparently in her hungover/still drunk haze she added her mom to a group text and then sent pictures of herself wasted and dressed like a slutty cop in some not so classy poses.  Her mom was paying her $500 deposit for her apartment for next year.  I am guessing that her mom was super proud and super glad that she coughed up that cash for her daughter to continue living the drunk college life next year.  A little advice: STOP DOCUMENTING ALL YOUR IDIOCY!!!!!!!!

I have some tenants who installed a basketball hoop.  (They have 20 foot ceilings and hardwood floors so I kind of understand.  I mean it's not ok, but how cool would that have been in college??)  But they like to play basketball in their living room in the afternoons.  They man who lives above them is not a college kid.  (Why he wanted to live in a well known college kid filled area, I don't know.)  Well the ball bouncing is extremely loud.  So this man complains daily.  I get it.  But come on.  He will text me 10 times in a row.  So now almost daily I have to tell 22 year old young men to stop bouncing a ball in the house because the 40 year old man who lives above them tattled on them and is throwing a tantrum.  How is this my real life?

I will say that many of my previous tenants that still live here seem genuinely happy that I am back.  I might be stern but I get stuff done.  And I think they appreciate how hard I really work for them a little bit more now.  We will see how long it lasts.

It Was All Lies

So with in 24 hours of that last post where I swore I would be better things just got crazy. The person who owned the properties I worked for called and made me some pretty sweet offers. So I'm back babysitting the idiots. I'm a sucker. What can I say.

I've been back for three weeks and let me tell you, they still keep it pretty interesting. In three weeks I've had drunk girls crying, crazy parties, and already a visit from the fire marshal. I'm not regretting my decision to come back. I was a bit out of sorts and apparently I'm good at this job. I am however questioning my sanity for agreeing to come back.  Wish me luck and wait for it....