I’m an apartment manager. One of my stinkiest tenants just loves coming in to shoot the breeze with me – it’s a very smelly, hair curling breeze.
It’s all I can do to get out of her what she wants so that I can get her out. She likes to chat.
I believe she’s a hoarder and has TONS of stuff in her apartment. Every time she comes in, she tries to give me something – to the point where I just say “Yes” so that she can give it to me and so that I can throw it away.
Today she came in – again – shooting the breeze, then tells me that she can’t handle her shower knob anymore and that her daughter has stopped taking showers.
Yeah. Her daughter is probably 30 and is a special needs child. That’s not the part I’m complaining about – but it helps illustrate my point. Also to help illustrate my point, her mother walks around in socks ALL. THE. TIME. and also a housecoat/old lady bathrobe. No bra…and I’m pretty sure there’s not much else underneath it either. *gag* And her daughter? Same thing. They both have ENORMOUS BOOBS.
So when she comes in to tell me that they can’t control the shower, I say, “There’s nothing I can do about it. That’s what all the apartments come with and I’m not going to re-plumb your bathtub because you can’t figure out how to work a lever-style shower control.” She explains that she doesn’t want her daughter to get burned, so I tell her I’ll send the maintenance guy over to take a look to see if there is anything he can do.
Only thing is – if she claims that her daughter doesn’t want to take a shower, I’m thinking to myself, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!” because the plants in my office droop when she comes in. It’s so bad that I have to get up and spray my office after she leaves.
So I’m sitting here blogging about it when I should really get up and spray down my office before my hair perms up.
Just sharing my Apartment Manager Woes with you. Thanks for listening.