It’s been a while since I updated you on my new role as The Super. I really shouldn’t call myself that as it is false advertising. You see a Super fixes things and I? I delegate. A tenant called the other day about a clogged sink. Did I whip out the snake (wow, that sounds totally naughty) and unblock the clog? Um, no. I called the Plumber. I suppose I should learn how but I don’t yet have the Dare To Repair book. Here’s to hoping someone (Hi Mom) takes the hint and gets it for me for my birthday (which is, coincidentally, on April 18th). (Shameless birthday self-promotion. Damn Aries.)
The other day I was instructed to pass out rent increase notices. Every ounce of my body filled with dread. Nooooooooo! my mind screamed. I guess I relate all too well as a tenant and am not yet fully invested in my role as manager. I really, really didn’t want to deal with (understandably) upset people who were having their rent jacked- it turns out this is the second time in a year it’s gone up for some people. This is one major downfall with the month-to-month tenancy. Luckily no one has come screaming at my door though a couple have mentioned possibly moving out.
This gig is good though. For the most part I haven’t had any major issues (knock on wood) except for trying to make sense of the files. The former manager used to have the tenants write letters stating how long they wanted to extend the lease. The master log was not updated so many people actually had extended leases though the owners were unaware of it. I’m straightening all of that out in true Type A uber-organizer form. Typical me. Eventually it will all run like clockwork and the vacuuming of all four floors will seem like a breeze (very skeptical of that).
The Fella and I have been talking though and have decided it’s silly for him to live four blocks from me while I struggle to work two jobs and he forks over rent. He’s here a lot, especially on weekends. The way we figure it- it’d be a win-win situation if we shacked up together. We could share the manager duties, both reap the benefit of free rent and get to be together all the time like the lovesick couple we are.
So, he’s moving in with me.
I know. Crazy, huh?