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June 2, 2014

Liar Liar Pants on Fire


Its fairly common for residents to lie to us to get what they want, I mean for the whole world is like that, I guess it’s the lies that we hear are more distinguishable and outlandish that I feel like makes us an exception to the quality and the quantity of lies to the rest of the business world.  Some lies I hear takes me a minute to investigate to find out what they are trying to hide, which I love doing for the Aha! moments, and some lies just make me want to laugh and spin in my chair. 
 
So a last month I had a resident claiming she had paid her rent and was “pissed” that she got a 72 hour notice.  Well have a seat and let’s figure it out together.  Did you get a receipt from us? “No.”  Do you know how you paid it, check, money orders, certified funds, online visa, monopoly money, what?  “I think 2 money orders, because dad pays for half my rent.”  (of course he does!  And if you are so poor that you need your daddy to help you, you don’t keep track of every dollar?)  Anyway so she starts sobbing uncontrollably, I mean like tears and all, as if someone just stole her baby, which got kind of awkward because, as she was crying into her hands, she would peak at me through her fingers.  So than she starts ARGUING that she remembers giving it to some Hispanic lady in a pastel shirt that sat at the front desk.  Well that’s interesting because we don’t have Hispanic lady working for us, since I’ve worked here, ever.  So than she abruptly storms out of the office, leaving my assistant and I just staring at each other with “what the fuck just happened” faces.  Few short minute later she comes back in cussing herself out loud, holding the money she says she gave to us, well to some Hispanic lady.  No apologies, no nothing, just said she got confused.  Yea!!! No problem!
 
-Jewels