YOUR PROBLEMS
ARENT REALLY
PROBLEMS!
I often feel like I'm not cut out for this
landlording malarkey anymore. Not
because I don't carry the required
qualities, or at least qualities I can't 'switch
on', but primarily because I'm deeply tired
of bending over backwards and resolving
other people's ludicrous problems,
despite how much 'caring' directly inflates
my profit margins. But then again, perhaps
I have lost a virtue or two that's required,
the ones' that enable me to be patient and
care, to even the most minuscule of
amounts. For example, when my tenant
deems it appropriate to contact me during
the weekend because he's unsure of how
to set the boiler timer, even though he has
access to the instruction book, which I
strategically placed in the drawer
underneath the programmer (which he
knew was there)- am I actually expected to
entertain his aggravating failures in life?
"I'm tired of
bending over
backwards and
resolving other
peoples
ludicrous
problems,
despite how
much 'caring'
directly inflates
my profit
margins".
How am I meant to remain attentive in the
presence of such dysfunctional logic
(that's what I boiled it down to), without
drifting off into La La Land, and fixating on
a wet-dream starring my dippy tenant,
where he miraculously obtained a semifunctional brain, and subsequently has the
ability to resolve even the most basic of
duties that every adult should be capable
of achieving?
To cut what felt like a very long
and painful story short, the
saga concluded with me
directing him, step-by-step, on
how to remove the manual
from the drawer, and then
reading it. It was like watching
a caterpillar transform into
butterfly. Poetry in motion.
Hopefully, I taught him a life
lesson, which is to read
instructions and not bother
people unnecessarily with
nonsensical garbage.