Search This Blog

Sunday, December 22, 2013

BAD KITTY: Another Dead Mouse

Now I love my Georgie Girl, she is an Angora mix, who often regresses to her ‘jungle cat’ roots:

She is affectionate

She keeps my feet warm at night

She does hog the bed

However, the Labrador and kitty have developed an alliance.

The last two nights they have been tearing around the apartment, working in tandem.

Judging by the dark red spot on the living room carpet, this might is not the first mouse they have captured. But this last pitiful critter was laying outside my closet door.

Awwwhh, she was giving me a present: and it is not yet Christmas!

Bad Kitty!

Bad Doggie!

They are taking over.

Help.


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Thieves and Damned Thieves

Not that I condone, but you do have to admire someone who pulls off a major heist, but wonder: If you have that much talent, skill and organization, wouldn’t it be easier to work legitimately and know you will earn a steady check? Plus the perks of benefits? Oh, and a great reputation for your ingenuity, with quality friends?

But Petty Thieves have Worked My Last Nerve!

Years ago, I stopped to wash and vacuum out my car. While vacuuming between the front seats, I placed my very cheap, but full, plastic coffee cup on the curb: just for a moment. I forgot about it, then drove over to the gas pumps. Only ONE car used the vacuum after me, and he took my mug with coffee still in it! Yes, I searched the trash. Drat, that was the mug that actually kept the coffee warm.

Toilet Paper & Paper Towels

They walk out of every empty unit: Not even full rolls. We know who it is, he is just that damn sneaky, and if I confront him, he becomes belligerent and a bit scary. If I anyone is working in the unit, he will slip in real friendly, check all the cabinets for supplies and help himself.

Cleaning Supplies

I filled up trigger bottles and should have two bottles of everything: but I don’t. A popular dish detergent brand was selling jumbo bottles shrink wrapped with a smaller bottle. Great for me to just have a little bottle in my bucket when washing out the fridge shelves: have only one left out of four.

Paint Brushes

We have a storage closet of paint supplies, shelves of drop clothes, paint trays and NO #$@#$ brushes! The Purdy brushes are kept in my apartment, but those very handy and cheap 1” and 2” brushes keep walking.

My New Garden Hoses!

This past Spring and Summer I wrote about my garden, it gave me such pleasure watching all those flowers come up, plus eating veggies and herbs from the garden. So many people complimented me and admired the results. I bought supplies, and one thing was that new and lightweight expanding garden hose. It was funny watching 15 feet of hose actually shrink small enough to stow in a small flowerpot. Beats the heck out of the old traditional rubber, hard-to-manage standard hose.

But some bastard, thought they had the right to rummage through the shelves in the furnace room and shop for themselves. Hoses, planters, trash bags, just whatever the Entitled People of this world justify stealing! Kiss my Irish a**!

My Cigarettes

Yeah, it’s a bad habit, but just because my back is turned while I am working, doesn’t entitle anyone to clip a few from my pack. Or worse yet, you come into my apartment to pay rent and leave with my pack.

99% of Tenants are Great

Don’t get me wrong, we are not occupied by low-lifes, we have so many quality tenants; but shake any family tree, any workplace, neighborhood and those sneaky bastards are lurking, scheming an opportunity. See my post on "Difficult People."

Get a Job!

Wouldn’t it be easier, and financially steady, to just take a job, any job. You will be guaranteed a steady $ each week: Then set a budget and live within it! I am sure the infamous sneak-thief Bernie Madoff is enjoying his ‘3 hots and a cot’ alienated from his family, friends and hated for the lives he ruined.

But such people are miserable bastards who couldn’t enjoy winning the lottery: it wouldn’t be enough, would cry the government took too much, or they would blew it on stupidity.

But as I bluntly told one problem person recently (who was trying to kiss up to me): "There are people who live miserable lives, they will die just as miserable, and no one will miss them."

There was no reply.

They are just exhausting. Thank you for letting me vent.


Monday, December 16, 2013

More Sneaky Prospective Tenants

Prospective Tenants Do Not Disrespect Me!

The Business Manager called, stated that she was concerned about a prospective tenant that she was sending over, and asked that I carefully question the applicant.

A woman arrived, accompanied by a man, but I spotted a second man climbing out of the back seat, clutching a MacDonald’s brown bag.

Why would you bring lunch to view an apartment?

When showing an apartment, I usually wait for ALL parties, give the tour, then ask questions, but this woman just breezed through each room, and demanded, “What upgrades are you planning?”

Me, thinking: “Wow, can we introduce each other first, and don’t you care what is included in the rent?”

AFTER introductions were made, I stated: “New paint and all new carpets only.” Judging by your frown as you rummaged through every cabinet and drawer, were you expecting a complete remodel just for your highness? Perhaps top-of-the-line appliances and cabinets.

I introduced myself and asked who would be renting here, looked at the woman and the first young man, but the woman simply answered that she was, and the first young man shook his head. (Clearly the implication was that ONLY this woman would be living here.)

By this time the second fellow has come in: no introductions.

I asked about her employment and income, then expressed my doubts that she could manage on her own.

At that point, Dude No. 2, boldly stepped forward and laughed: “That would be me, I bring the money.”

Little smart-ass, are you the dealer? Numbers runner?

Me, glaring at Dude No. 2: “Excuse me, I am used to someone introducing themselves to me when they enter the room. Let’s start again: My name is … and you are…?” Clearly he needed a lesson in manners and respect.

When he introduced himself as the husband, I turned to the woman, a bit snarky, and reminded her that she had stated that the apartment was for her, nothing was said about a husband. She actually defended herself that the apartment IS for her. Am I the only one who doesn’t buy that?

I CLEARLY asked just how many people would be living here, only then they admitted that they have a three-year old child: as she had been repeatedly tugging at her jacket, I suspect she was hiding a baby-bump?

OK, I was officially done. These people are rude, a bit sneaky and have wasted my time.

Me, very blunt: “This is a ONE bedroom apartment and the Code Department states that only TWO people may live here, when discovered, you will pay a $1,000 fine for violating the townships’ code.”

Idiots! I am the apartment manager, if you try sneaking something past me BEFORE you even get an application, why the heck should I trust you to LIVE HERE?! This conversation was over.

The Business Manager was immediately called: Those guys were never offered an application.

My parting thoughts: “Please let the screen door hit you in your a** on the way out.”