Welcome back my dear readers and subscribers!
Yesterday I shared with you one of the three main reasons I had disappeared from blogging, and the reasoning behind not yet releasing my free eReport.
Today I’d like to share with you the second reason that has been occupying my time away from online duties…
Here at the lovely Creekview Apartments, I have a plethora of delightful characters - most of which I get along with and I thoroughly enjoy managing. Some examples include:
James, a lovable biker dude that volunteers with a company that busses around the elderly.
Linda, an older quiet woman who works at our city’s jail and serves a great purpose.
Will, our helpful fireman who helps me with many tasks and only has to go across the street to work.
Jürgen, a gentlemen who works for Lockheed-Martin and has a brilliant mind.
Marilyn, a lovely lady who is really into Elvis and cats. -AND-
Victor & ‘White Boy’, two guys who always take the time to check up on me and help other residents.
With people like these, it is a pleasure serving them and living here - that is, unless you have someone slip under the radar, and then have a terrible time getting rid of them.
You see, dear readers, there is a person (no names will be mentioned to protect the supposedly innocent) who at first seemed to be a person in need, but who has proven to be manipulative and at times downright evil.
When this resident first moved in, everything seemed to be really cool - this person payed their rent up for six months, have some loving and accomidating parents, and was a polite yet quiet person. But then the true face of the resident begin to shine through…
It began with Mikelo and I coming home and finding police at their door. The police explained that a friend who was (unbeknownst to us) staying with her had ‘gone nuts’, had tried to use a steak knife on her, and after she had ran proceeded to destroy parts of the unit, including the towel rack, toilet seat and spray-painting the kitchen wall.
This should have clued us in for what was to come next, but at the time we believed she was a victim of her own kindness - Oh, if only that was true…
So about a month later, the real issues began - this resident was having seven, ten - even more that 13 people inside their apartment, partying and possibly smoking ’something’. Then the parties began to spill out onto the nearby stairway, where their friends would talk and smoke, making a mess of the stairs and burning holes in the hallway carpet.
Even though the resident was talked to, and even served papers explaining what the complaints were and what they needed to do to stop them, the trouble continued on. The stairs became a bigger meeting place, and half-eaten food, drinks, gum, and more burns litered the landing. Cigarettes were being put out on the hall walls. And then the final straw: After a night of binging one of the friends threw-up in the hallway early in the morning. Instead of cleaning it up, they left it to fully dry, and later the next day allowing us to find their ’surprise’…
We had a huge discussion with the resident and her parent, and for a short time the troubles ended. That is until last month when all hell broke loose…
Late one night Mikelo and I were working to make repairs to the building, trying to make it look nicer and get it back under control. At about 6pm we left to go to Lowes to buy wall outlets and cover plates. When we came back at 6:30 we noticed a an ‘off smell.’ It seemed to be coming from the resident’s apartment, so we inquired as to what was going on. They assured us all was well, and so we went back to work on our first-floor repair.
At 6:45 we get several calls from residents on the third and second floors, telling us they are filled with smoke. We investigate, and sure enough they fears are true. We immediately called the fire department and began to empty out the building…
In the end the resident had the gall to lie to her parents, which in turn accused us of neglegence because the supposed fire had been burning for over an hour. This was clearly untrue - a stovetop fire burning out of control for an hour or more would have done a lot more than mere smoke damage to the unit…
Anyway - the fire cheif found out that the resident’s smoke detector was not working due to no battery. Enraged, the cheif checked a few other random apartments, and found that they, too, were missing batteries.
Now back up here: When a resident moves in, we place new batteries into the smoke detector, check them to make sure they work, and mark it off. However the fire cheif was not having it - he demanded I fix this issue or else he was going to shut down the entire building and the owner (my boss) would have to rehouse my residents at his expense…
So - Mikelo and I went out, replaced every single battery, had the resident sign a paper stating the smoke detector worked, and gave a copy to the cheif. Problem solved, right? NOPE…
Before we return to the resident, due to the fire scare one of our residents, a nice middle-aged mother who had been caught in the Castle West apartment fire, had flashbacks of her fears and now swears that she constantly smells burning plastic from faulty wiring. To this day she cannot sleep for fear of burning alive. We have done everything we know how, from replacing the wiring to having a heat spectograph camera show her that there are no hot spots in her wall, but the poor woman cannot get past her fear - all caused by this idiotic resident’s mishap by burning their food on the stovetop while BSing with friends in the parking lot.
Okay, fast forward to now:
At the beginning of December, our resident wanted to move into the new one-bedroom apartment. Mikelo and I recommended highly against their doing so, but in the end the owner wanted to move forward with it. Right before this occurred we were experiencing parking troubles due to their friends coming at 8pm and staying until 2 to 4am nightly, therefore making it impossible for my late-working residents to park in front of the building (our only parking lot).
Now that this resident has moved, their friends continue with this trend, and I have residents threatening to move out (or in some cases, even worse - use your imagination!)…
So all in all, this headache… no, migrane… no, more like TUMOR is big reason number two as to why I have been gone for such a long time…
Fear not dear readers!
Tomorrow I will post my third and final reason why - and you won’t want to miss it! And as an added bonus, it’s quite a positive reason, too!
See you all tomorrow!
– Jude