DELUSIONAL
CONCEPTIONS...
The gate was once again secure, and the world seemed “right” again. My
tenant could once again feel secure, knowing that the non-existent
queue of men piled outside her back garden won't be able to get an
eyeful of her prancing around the kitchen, in her unflattering, oversized
knitwear, which seemed to be her regular attire of choice.
Close call. My tenant almost panicked over nothing and caused severe
inconvenience over an issue she could have resolved by herself with in
30 seconds flat. What a relief.
So, what's my point? See, that's the part they don't make transparent, the
part about having to continuously attend the shortfallings, inadequacies
and delusional conceptions of others. It can be truly exasperating and it
doesn't ever get easier, but it's firmly part of the job. It's a part that can
slowly eat away at you and take you into a dark place, particularly if
you're exposed to it for long enough.
that's the part they
don't make
transparent, the part
about having to
continuously attend
the shortfallings,
inadequacies and
delusional
conceptions of
others..
THE
PROBLEM
WITH
TENANTS
One of the most staggering realisations I've bitterly stumbled upon after
years of service is how offensively incompetent, rude, unsterile and lazy
people can be when they're renting someone else's property. It's baffling,
not to mention soul-destroying. I'd like to think I would be too
embarrassed to harass someone to tighten a bolt. In reality, if the tenant
lived in their own property and had to pay for the luxury of having a
handyman to tighten a bolt, do you think they would cough up the doe, or
do you think they might make the reasonable effort to attend to the
problem independently? Needless to say, that's a rhetorical question.
I've hopelessly lost count of how many times I've fantasised about my
tenants (not all, but some) actually being competent humans that are
willing to use their own initiative.
To be honest, I don't entirely blame tenants, because they're paying for a
service so they may as well get their money's worth. I guess I do the same
when I buy a pot of salad from Marks & Spencers and then covertly swipe
enough plastic cutlery for 50 salads.