Most than anything I and other property managers love the
residents that make it a sport of torturing and challenging the office staff,
especially me, since the title manager means “the only person to handle a noise
complaint.” So I recently had this resident, an old mean granny that decades
ago had a job as a legal secretary (pfffit… big deal, all it means is you’re a
minion for an attorney) and finds it fulfilling to question and demand an
explanation for every move we make, and as classy as she posses herself it’s
not above her to yell and cuss us out.
So a year later we finally got fed up with her antics and
served her a notice. Of course she’s an
expert on the matters and storms in threatening to sue us and blah blah
blah. Go ahead. So she finds this ambulance chaser who takes
this poor angry residents money to write a ridicules letter, which I always
find amusing. And as soon as our
attorney responds, folds and gives a 30 days notice on behalf of the
resident. Really?! Was it worth it
wasting your retirement money? And of
course this resident shorts her rent payment, demands we don’t charge her
anything for damages. At this point I
don’t even care, your one foot is out the door the other one is on a banana
peal. Just get out. She finds anyway possible to torture us all
the way until her departure.
So she asks
that we let her move out earlier than her 30 days notice. Yes, please!
Well she must have been a clever spy in her past life because what she
actually does, returns a key and says she moved out. Little did she know I’m
actually good at my job and go to the unit the following day to do a move out
inspection. Her shit is still there,
along with her 2 dogs, an unauthorized cat and herself, clever. So after
explaining that if you are still in the unit that means you have the possession
of the unit, so she corners me and explains that she made those extra keys and
paid for them so she’s keeping them, and after you break down her nonsense to her,
her only response is “I worked for an attorney!” What am I supposed to bow down and pee
myself? Just get out! Clever still, she turns in her keys days
later, claiming she has moved out. Yes,
finally! Hallelujah! So I happily skip
over there and talk myself into erasing any memory I have of her and pep myself
up about the new sweet old lady that is going to be moving in there shortly,
and how smart and beautiful I am, as I skip right into a giant pile of goods
tucked underneath the stairways with a hand written sign that says “don’t touch,
I’ll will be coming back!” Uhh... I give up.
- Jewels
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