I hired movers.
My friends are thrilled- that goes without saying. I think there was a collective squeal of delight (“Wheeeeeee!”) when the news broke. I mean, I’ve got great friends but really, there isn’t enough pizza and beer in the world to make up for helping me carry all my crap to a Uhaul and then unloading it and carrying it up a flight and a half of stairs. Besides, now everyone can come to my housewarming party without any shame hanging over their heads. You know, the ones who “were suddenly sick” or who “had to attend a family thing” or who “were taking their dog to get groomed.” Cough! Yeah, those posers.
I’ve been training with my friends who are vacating the Apartment Manager gig. I’ll probably be coming onto the job with a vacant apartment that’s been problematic to rent. There’s also a tenant issue brewing about “an odd smell.” We’re thinking she means someone is smoking the ganja in his apartment. That’s a no no as far as the law and the building rules are concerned so it will need to be addressed. And there’s a pile of “donations” left in the communal laundry room that is not only an eyesore but annoying because guess who will have to haul that stuff off to the Goodwill? Oh yeah baby. Me! Just call me Ms. Sizzle, The Super.
I am very excited and grateful for the opportunity to manage the apartment building. Sincerely. But if one more person says, “You’re so lucky. You get free rent!” I might roll my eyes or snicker. Because, yes, I get free rent but technically I am working for it. I don’t get to just come home and be another tenant. If something breaks, I have to fix it or find someone to fix it. If a tenant complains, I have to diplomatically handle it. If people are shooting up or turning tricks out behind the building by the dumpsters, I get to deal with it. If an apartment needs to be rented, it’s on me to make sure the landlords don’t lose any money. If someone vacates their apartment leaving it a cat pee pig sty, it’s me who cleans it up. People can come by my apartment whenever they need something. I could be in the middle of cooking dinner or in the throes of passionate lovemaking and still, I’d have to handle the issue. I’ve got two jobs now, not just one.
So yeah, I’m totally completely absolutely thrilled that I landed this gig and I know I will do a great job. But it is still a job. A second job at that. But the upswing is, I get to redecorate. And I don’t have to carry all my furniture upstairs because I’m smart and hired movers. But. . .does anyone want to pack for me?
Oh! In case you haven’t heard, tomorrow is Snackie’s Annual Self-Love Day.
1.) Post a banners on your blog and declare February 14th as the day you not only love your one and only, but the day that you love yourself!
2.) Post one nice thing about yourself……then ask others to post one thing that they really like about you.
3.) Enjoy yourself!
Won’t you participate too?