So remember how I said I rented that vacant unit within the first 5 days of being the apartment manager? Remember how it had sat available for two months prior to that? Remember how I was so proud that I swooped in and rented it to this nice lady?
Yeah. . . about that.
She mentioned to me when she was checking out the place that she was separating from her husband. I felt sympathy for her as that can’t be an easy thing to do no matter the circumstances. I wanted to help her out. She hasn’t lived here an entire month and (you probably know where this is going) she is breaking her lease to reunite with her husband.
While I am happy for her if this is a positive decision for her marriage, I am a bit put out because now I have to re-rent the place. That means being more on-call again. Just when I was starting to think things were settling in nicely. That my routine was getting solidified. That I had a bit of a break to actually settle into my own apartment.
Luckily, the response has been favorable and hopefully out of the 5 people I’ve shown it to one of them will be the right fit. And I have learned a valuable lesson about being too nice, too sympathetic, too soft. Is this job going to make me hardened around the edges?