There are times when I just want to sit down and howl. Yesterday was one of them. I've cleaned for a week. My company has finally arrived. One of the kids brought me a note from our leasing office when she came in from playing outside.
So yesterday was Friday. On MONDAY the maintenance department will be conducting inspections of our apartments. What kind of inspections you say?
Oh... things like smoke detectors, replacement of gas lines for our stoves, replacement of filters for the furnace. And "general housekeeping".
That last one has generated a storm of protest at the rental office. So much so that the leasing manager refuses to speak to any tenant about their concerns. Makes you kind of wonder, eh?
Why would that be? Those who have tried to find out exactly what "general housekeeping" entails haven't had much luck. There have been generalizations handed out. "No piles of stuff." "No clutter." "Nothing sitting around."
By definition, most authors have plenty of "stuff" sitting around. I admit that I was planning on finishing rearranging my office this week. It annoys me that I must spend the weekend cleaning it instead of the other things I needed to do.
But more than that, I resent the cavalier treatment from my rental office. No warning. No courtesy. No explanations. Why the short shrift?
It seems to me that cooperation would be more forthcoming if the leasing agent did their part. When one neighbor expressed concerns because past inspections have led to subsequent robberies, she was curtly told in that case she should make sure that she was in the apartment when the maintenance people showed up. This after she mentioned she had an appointment.
I have to admit that the straws are rapidly piling up. And soon we may reach the one that finally breaks the camel's back.