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04:25 - Thursday, Mar. 09, 2006 oh after yesterdays sheanagans, i'd better be able to get some sleep today, im working all night!! it wasnt all that bad here yesterday, just par for the course. of course. the day started out fresh at 9 am with a tap tap tap at the door. one of my tenants, who is deaf, so we will call him the deaf guy, is pecking at my door, i open it, and he has his lil whiteboard in hand, it reads: please call the cops on so-an-so, hes drunk and passed out in my apt. well, i aint just gonna call the cops, razzle-dazzle, if i cant handle this, THEN i will call the cops. so, i get over there, and sure 'nuff, the so-an-so is passed out drunk in a chair!! i try to wake him, (haha) then i pick him up and take him to his apt. so, im sitting here, and decide that i should call doyle the manager. so i call him, and he tells me to give him a lease violation. good. so, im in the middle of doing that, and bang bang bang the door bangs. i go and see what now, and the mentality of a 9 year old is at the door; "hay arrrrtttt, the washing machines are brooooooooking, annnnnd theeeeeey wont cleeen my clotheeeesss!!!!" i tell him, ok, i will call the man to come and fix em. "what aboutttt my clotheeeeesss??? should i leeeeeave them there?" are they wet? "ummmmmm, yeaa, hay arttttt, do you want a tee-vee??? all it needs is an antennaaaaa???" well, take your clothes out, and no i dont need a tee-vee, ok?? "ok, artttt, thankssss!! its a good tee-vee ya know!!!" ok, just take ya clothes out. "thankssss" meanwhile, the drunken so-an-so is out stumbling around the courtyard; im on the fone with the washer repair, and they are coming right out. i tell the drunk to get back in his apt. the obligatory drunken insults and threats come spewing out. i laugh, and the door bell rings. its the bug man, to come and spray, what a suprise!! so now, i have to accompany him around so he can spray. now, im getting pissed, im a lil firmer this time and tell him to get back in his apt. im telling the deaf guy that if so-an-so comes to his apt. to come and get me. (keep this in mind) the washer repair comes, and meanwhile i am escorting the bug man about, so-an-so leaves his apt, door wide open, and out the side gate he goes. then he comes back, and rings my doorbell to let him back in. the bug man is done, and so-an-so does this serveral times; now, about this time, i think i can take a bath. that was successful. soon afterwards, the drunk so-an-so comes knocking at my door. "my fone is missing, and so is my caller i.d. and my coffee." i yell at him now, that he has been leaving his door open, and wandering out, and tell him thats too friggen bad. and that he should find another place to live, now get the hell back in your apt. "i paid my rent" at this point i just ignored him. one of the other tenants asked whats up with so-an-so. i told him that if he bothers him to come and get him. he told me he is at the deaf guys house now. so much for that. |