I finally own my car. This fact does not make me go “GRRR” but rather “yay!” and yet the bank only sent me a letter saying I had paid off my loan and not the release of the lien paperwork which I apparently need which I learned about AFTER I STOOD IN LINE at the licensing office. So I had to call the bank and after listening to their lengthy recording, I pushed any and all buttons until I was given a live person because there was not an option for “PRESS 4 IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO RIP US A NEW ONE”.
Now I have to wait for them to fax me the release which can take a minimum of 48 hours and meanwhile I am driving with expired tags because the computer at the licensing office told the lady behind the counter with the bad teeth and frizzy hair and cheap jewelry that she couldn’t renew my tabs since technically my car title is still in my bank’s name in California. Really!? THIS IS INCONVENIENT. And, seriously, who the hell faxes as a trusted mode of transferring information still? IT IS CALLED EMAIL, PEOPLE.
I got an annoyed email from a tenant who was rightly upset. He came home to a gaping hole in his ceiling and dirty floors and his stuff strewn about. Apparently the plumbers who were called to fix the unit above his needed to access the problem in his bathroom ceiling but NO ONE TOLD ME so, in turn, no one told him. I apologized profusely and forwarded his email to my landlords basically asking WTF. Turns out my landlord was called about it but did not think telling me was necessary. I BEG TO DIFFER.
I work really hard to establish trust with my tenants. When they trust and respect me, things go a lot smoother around here. Rent gets paid on time. Complaints are minimal. The building almost operates itself. Hence why I hardly ever post about problem tenants- I rarely have issues anymore (knock on wood!). So this? This pisses me off. At least my landlord has apologized for not informing me but it damages my relationship with the tenant. Don’t fuck with my reputation, man! And why the fuck can’t the plumbers put those plastic covers on their shoes? Every single tenant that has them enter their apartment complains of this.
On top of all that, I feel like maybe it’s time for me to think about moving on from my job. It’s a seed of an idea that’s blooming inside me. I’m not sure what to do, where to look, how I want to proceed so I’m just sort of watering the thought and trying not to freak out. Next month marks five years at the same agency and I feel like maybe I’ve reached a place of stagnation.
What’s making you go GRRR?