I forgot to tell you guys about being woken up last Thursday in the middle of the night. I told Kaply though. Here’s our conversations about it:
Sizzle: Last night I woke up at 2am because of noisy tenant and I was so PISSED I put on sweats and knocked on the door because I could hear her and her friend from the other end of the hall! And you know what?
Kaply: What? WHAT?
Sizzle: When I knocked and announced who I was they got quiet and DID NOT COME TO THE DOOR
Kaply: NO. You are SHITTING ME.
Sizzle: So I was like, um, I know you are in there since you are being so loud I could hear you from the other end of the hall. Please keep it down. I AM NOT SHITTING YOU AT THIS MOMENT.
Kaply: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH. Dude. You, my friend, are a PEARL BEYOND PRICE. I shit you not.
Sizzle: ha ha ha. I was so worked up I was awake for an hour. AN HOUR! Fucking whorebag.
Kaply: I would have had a hard time not taking it out on someone.
Sizzle: I am about 90% sure this is the same chick who had a very loud earlier conversation out front of the bldg where someone said and I quote: “I have killed so many of my brain cells! But I’m not going to be worried until I only have like 5 left.” I cannot make this shit up.
Kaply: This is a sign of a true moron. It’s like you live at Moron Central. SMELL THIS.
Sometimes when I have to confront tenants, I hesitate thinking, “It’ll just go away” or “Someone else will say something.” But the thing is, I am in charge here. It’s a weird feeling. No one else is going to call the repair guy to fix the dryer or clean up the cigarette butts or tell the noisy tenant at 2am to keep it down. It’s me. Only me. My fear of not being seen as “nice” is definitely being squelched in this new role. I’m nice enough about it and approachable when I talk to them about the issue(s) so hopefully I’m not making any enemies. I’ll do my job as the manager and they can do their job as the tenant and if we’re both doing our jobs there should be very few problems.
Oh who am I kidding?!