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Aug. 24th, 2005 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI had a fairly busy day at work... mowed two lawns, fixed a faucet, replaced an entire bathroom sink assembly back to the supply lines (because it was leaking in the solid-brass-goes-to-the-spigot part), threw away two dead bikes, installed another ceiling fan, talked with Tenant about a dog he wasn't allowed to be having, talked to Other Tenant about the importance of parking politely and also about the general desireability of not leaving her strung-out addict friends lying around the yard late at night.
We are going to wind up evicting Other Tenant because of the noise and the leaving of strung-out addict friends lying around the yard, but I have to create a paper trail to prove that Other Tenant IS being a problem and that we HAVE tried to notify her of this and that the police have been called several times, yadda yadda yadda. I can't just go beat on the door and say "Look, you daft bint, you're a druggie and your friends are all druggies and they're scaring the other tenants who are now threatening to move. Please keep all your druggie friends inside and also quiet because the late-night noise is excessive. The cops have been called out here three times and you've only lived here for two weeks. Also, how many people you got living here? The lease says only one person is to be living in the apartment. The other tenants say something like six or seven people are inhabiting this domicile, or they would be saying that if they knew what the hell a domicile was. Anyway, we don't want you and your kind here, so please move the fuck out." I can't say that. I can't do that. Tenants have rights, even druggie tenants who are selling drugs out of my fucking apartment building. To get rid of Other Tenant, I have to build a paper trail that will convince the JP that Other Tenant is a bad apple.
After a busy day like that, you might think I'd curl up on the couch with some of that YBP goodness or perhaps some Japanese vocabulary flashcards. You'd be wrong. I led a pony at a church function. Actually, I hoisted a sticky small person aboard the pony and THEN led the pony around and then I pulled off the sticky small person and put a different one up and led the pony around again, repeat for about an hour and a half. Ah, well, I survived.
We are going to wind up evicting Other Tenant because of the noise and the leaving of strung-out addict friends lying around the yard, but I have to create a paper trail to prove that Other Tenant IS being a problem and that we HAVE tried to notify her of this and that the police have been called several times, yadda yadda yadda. I can't just go beat on the door and say "Look, you daft bint, you're a druggie and your friends are all druggies and they're scaring the other tenants who are now threatening to move. Please keep all your druggie friends inside and also quiet because the late-night noise is excessive. The cops have been called out here three times and you've only lived here for two weeks. Also, how many people you got living here? The lease says only one person is to be living in the apartment. The other tenants say something like six or seven people are inhabiting this domicile, or they would be saying that if they knew what the hell a domicile was. Anyway, we don't want you and your kind here, so please move the fuck out." I can't say that. I can't do that. Tenants have rights, even druggie tenants who are selling drugs out of my fucking apartment building. To get rid of Other Tenant, I have to build a paper trail that will convince the JP that Other Tenant is a bad apple.
After a busy day like that, you might think I'd curl up on the couch with some of that YBP goodness or perhaps some Japanese vocabulary flashcards. You'd be wrong. I led a pony at a church function. Actually, I hoisted a sticky small person aboard the pony and THEN led the pony around and then I pulled off the sticky small person and put a different one up and led the pony around again, repeat for about an hour and a half. Ah, well, I survived.
