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which_chick) wrote2007-03-02 07:41 am
which_chick) wrote2007-03-02 07:41 am
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I'd be updating more often but am spending my evenings (a) reading about how sexy dSLR cameras are and (b) working on the welsh pony business webpages.
Saw a minivan that, across the back, said In Loving Memory of (person's name), 1981 - 2003 (or similar dates). So... let me get this straight. Your kid dies and you buy a minivan with the insurance money? How's that working out for you?
We are, of course, filing to evict Angela, the aforementioned junkie with facial piercings. She's been a tenant about two weeks and has managed to annoy the neighbors (also our tenants), get the door kicked in, throw trash in the parking lot and (with three verbal reminders, one of which involved me calling and shoving the phone into her hand and also with one written notice) failed to get the electric in her name. She's also been high in my office twice and lied to my face about four times. (She thinks I believe her. No. I do not believe her and I haven't believed her since she signed the lease.) It is my sincere hope that I can get her out before her money runs out. If we're speedy, we will still win. :) (The rent is paid through the middle of March and we have a full deposit which should cover the court/constable costs and the electric and the unpaid water-n-sewer bills. I hope.)
Tenant Alecia, who got a super-special deal on an apartment (not my doing), has moved in other people and threatened the surrounding tenants. There are repeated police calls to the residence for noise / public disturbances / lesbian catfights in the street. (I bet you didn't think a four-stoplight town could be so exciting!) I'll have to check back to see how Michelle's and Alecia's Showdown at Hurry Sundown (or, as we fondly refer to it, Hurry Rundown) went. (Alecia to friend: Tell that Michelle that if she shows up at the Hurry Sundown on Thursday, I'm going to Fuck... Her Up. (Please use Hans and Frans voice for that, okay?) Michelle to friend: Tell that Alecia that she doesn't have any right to tell me where I can and can't be. Thursday. I'll be there.) It's all the drama of junior high and twice the class! We are not-renewing the lease on Tenant Alecia when it runs out the end of April. Heating season will be over and I think I can do better for a tenant there.
We seem to have rented 343 to someone halfway fit. Tenant has a bank account. Tenant rented a U-Haul to bring stuff up from Maryland. Tenant is married, husband is a contractor whose business gives him a truck to take home on weekends. We'll see. Also, they have a credit card and didn't flinch at the rent. Children are massively allergic to dogs and cats, so it is my sincere hope that they do not destroy my brand-new carpet.
The upstairs tenants at 321 are having marital drama again. He caught her with another man and moved out. Then he moved back in, three days later. Then he caught her with the aforementioned man again. Then he moved out again. Then he called me on the phone and told me all of this (like I cared) at 9 PM at night in an attempt (failed) to get me to let him move into another apartment right away without giving me any money. Sweetie, you ain't a bad guy (if something of a drunk) but I get paid to do the wild thing. There is no letting-you-fuck-me without payment, here. (This, for the slow-of-reading, is an extended metaphor. Tenants pay us -- sometimes -- and we let them fuck us. It's like being a whore, except the business is fairly pimp-free. I am not actually offering to have sex with anyone for money.)
Another landlord, not us, recently "evicted" a tenant by typing up an official-looking letter listing the things that the tenant had done wrong (failure to pay the rent was apparently NOT one of the things) and stating that she had three days to get the hell out of the apartment or the constable would be coming to throw her ass out on the street. The tenant, frightened by the letter, moved out. (It was her first apartment and she didn't know any better.) He bragged about this in our office while coming in (late) to pay his contract-of-sale. We suggested that, in the future, he should perhaps follow a more legal method of getting rid of unwanted tenants because the aforementioned method (while delightfully quick -- I would quite probably give up my left arm for the power to evict tenants in three days) puts a Foolish Landlord at risk of lawsuits for being stupid. I do not want him to face lawsuits at this juncture because he's not done paying for the ten thousand dollar sewer line he owes us.
Saw a minivan that, across the back, said In Loving Memory of (person's name), 1981 - 2003 (or similar dates). So... let me get this straight. Your kid dies and you buy a minivan with the insurance money? How's that working out for you?
We are, of course, filing to evict Angela, the aforementioned junkie with facial piercings. She's been a tenant about two weeks and has managed to annoy the neighbors (also our tenants), get the door kicked in, throw trash in the parking lot and (with three verbal reminders, one of which involved me calling and shoving the phone into her hand and also with one written notice) failed to get the electric in her name. She's also been high in my office twice and lied to my face about four times. (She thinks I believe her. No. I do not believe her and I haven't believed her since she signed the lease.) It is my sincere hope that I can get her out before her money runs out. If we're speedy, we will still win. :) (The rent is paid through the middle of March and we have a full deposit which should cover the court/constable costs and the electric and the unpaid water-n-sewer bills. I hope.)
Tenant Alecia, who got a super-special deal on an apartment (not my doing), has moved in other people and threatened the surrounding tenants. There are repeated police calls to the residence for noise / public disturbances / lesbian catfights in the street. (I bet you didn't think a four-stoplight town could be so exciting!) I'll have to check back to see how Michelle's and Alecia's Showdown at Hurry Sundown (or, as we fondly refer to it, Hurry Rundown) went. (Alecia to friend: Tell that Michelle that if she shows up at the Hurry Sundown on Thursday, I'm going to Fuck... Her Up. (Please use Hans and Frans voice for that, okay?) Michelle to friend: Tell that Alecia that she doesn't have any right to tell me where I can and can't be. Thursday. I'll be there.) It's all the drama of junior high and twice the class! We are not-renewing the lease on Tenant Alecia when it runs out the end of April. Heating season will be over and I think I can do better for a tenant there.
We seem to have rented 343 to someone halfway fit. Tenant has a bank account. Tenant rented a U-Haul to bring stuff up from Maryland. Tenant is married, husband is a contractor whose business gives him a truck to take home on weekends. We'll see. Also, they have a credit card and didn't flinch at the rent. Children are massively allergic to dogs and cats, so it is my sincere hope that they do not destroy my brand-new carpet.
The upstairs tenants at 321 are having marital drama again. He caught her with another man and moved out. Then he moved back in, three days later. Then he caught her with the aforementioned man again. Then he moved out again. Then he called me on the phone and told me all of this (like I cared) at 9 PM at night in an attempt (failed) to get me to let him move into another apartment right away without giving me any money. Sweetie, you ain't a bad guy (if something of a drunk) but I get paid to do the wild thing. There is no letting-you-fuck-me without payment, here. (This, for the slow-of-reading, is an extended metaphor. Tenants pay us -- sometimes -- and we let them fuck us. It's like being a whore, except the business is fairly pimp-free. I am not actually offering to have sex with anyone for money.)
Another landlord, not us, recently "evicted" a tenant by typing up an official-looking letter listing the things that the tenant had done wrong (failure to pay the rent was apparently NOT one of the things) and stating that she had three days to get the hell out of the apartment or the constable would be coming to throw her ass out on the street. The tenant, frightened by the letter, moved out. (It was her first apartment and she didn't know any better.) He bragged about this in our office while coming in (late) to pay his contract-of-sale. We suggested that, in the future, he should perhaps follow a more legal method of getting rid of unwanted tenants because the aforementioned method (while delightfully quick -- I would quite probably give up my left arm for the power to evict tenants in three days) puts a Foolish Landlord at risk of lawsuits for being stupid. I do not want him to face lawsuits at this juncture because he's not done paying for the ten thousand dollar sewer line he owes us.