I’m on my back deck again, this time with a cup if coffee, jeans and a sweatshirt. Coffee at 7 at night for several reasons:
1. People are dumb.
2. I have kids
3. Caffeine is life
4. It’s a good temperature for evening coffee.
Let me explore some of this a little more in depth.
I love people. I am a people person, I can empathisize and sympathize and enjoy the interaction. Thus the reason I do well as a property manager. Not to be overly confident but I can sell a cardboard box if need be. And in the past I have sold some properties that were less than desirable, let me tell you. The amount of stupid that comes through these doors at times is amazing. Welcome to customer service.
For the second time in ten years I had someone ask me if the dwelling came with a living room.
. . .
Folks. If you are renting shit without a living room, there’s a problem. I’m just gonna throw that out there. I have been in the business for 10ish years as previously stated and rented everything from studio apartments to lofts to 5 bedroom houses. They all have living rooms.
I try to be polite, mainly because I like a paycheck, but oh good Lord sometimes it takes a lot of patience and a lot of grit to hold back my sarcasm.
Okay. So that’s the stupid.
As for the kids.
I have a kindergartner. 1. He lost one of his shoes. One. I have spent two days looking for it. Scoured the yard at 9pm last night with a flashlight for it. Scoured the bedrooms and basement. I had a distinct feeling it was in Matt’s room, and he swore up and down last night that it was not there. He was ordered to clean his room when he got home from school today due to the fact that it was in a level 3 state of emergency.
Guess who found the shoe? Oy vey.
2. Chase’s homework was to trace his name one time and write it 3 times. He’s been able to write his name for a year. “Mooooommmmm. . . This is boring!” I went over to look at his progress and he had to only write his name one more time. For real. So I had to challenge him to write it in 30 seconds or less to appeal to his competitive nature. And let me tell you that was the longest 19 seconds of my fucking life!
He’s currently cleaning his level 2 state of emergency bedroom. I told him to clean for 15 minutes and see how much he can get done and he’s come out here twice to tell me that it’s been 20 minutes and how hard this is and he slammed the screen door because he was pissed. Like it was shut and he reopened it to slam it. Did I get up? Hell no. My head hurts. Honestly I just need to get in there to make his bed and put his laundry away. That’s all I want.
What I have going on is a caffeine headache. I tried the thrive thing. Not a huge waste of money but also not something I can afford on the regular. It has more caffeine in it than God should allow and so now it’s 7pm and I’ve downed a cup of coffee to get the headache to calm the fuck down.
It is awful beautiful out. Have I told you lately how much I love fall? Regardless of all the bullshit I have this beautiful weather to enjoy and my caffeine and even though there’s a lot of stupid at work, I love my job and I get a paycheck. And even though my kids drive me absolutely bonkers, I do love those little shits to pieces. These things are my purpose and I love every minute of it.