Monday, December 8, 2014

The day started with the phone ringing at 5:30 in the morning. That cow in 404 wanted her drain unclogged, again. She asked for Mister Kitch, the old whore. As if she hasn’t lived here for the last fifteen years. As if she doesn't know who I am.

I still fixed the damn faucet, though. I take care of my residents, even if the landlords haven’t checked in since 2003. They’d be lost without me.

Hank wanted pancakes, but I told him to ask David. I had plumbing gunk all over my hands, and drain cleaner is nasty, nasty stuff. Those preschoolers were traumatized last year when one of the alley cats got into my supply.

Once Hank left for school and David got himself set up at the front desk, I headed up to 612. Those tenants left last week (still owing two months rent, but that's none of my business) and I almost have it ready for showing. All I did today was shampoo the carpet and sweep up some rat droppings.

I also took down the cameras - one in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one just outside their bedroom door (not looking in, I'm not a pervert!).

I'd've left them up, but I doubt anyone's going to be interested in 612. I do my best, but water damage is not an easy fix. I'm a little sad about that couple. They were good folks - very neat, never argued. They ate dinner together more often than not, which I always say shows who's actually committed to their family and who's just in it for the shared income.

Oh well. On the bright side, I guess, it freed up a set of cameras. I should start keeping an eye out. See who else in this building needs a little observation.

After all, cameras are cheap. Monitors are cheaper. Staying informed?

That's priceless.

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