There aren’t that many perks to my job, not that I’m complaining. But we all know my favourite is the ridiculous stories that come out of it. It has been a while now since I have been able to laugh at it. I’ve had a rough couple of months. My sense of humor deserted me.
Then the past couple of weeks, it was back.
Never more so than when I got stung six times by wasps. And proceeded to call everyone in my office, stopping by a sales person house visit to catch my Mum {real estate is genetic around here} and calling my Hubby to notify them all I’d been stung. I was wounded. Man down! I showered and the intense pain and goosebumps died down.
And then the itching started.
OH goodness me. I am seriously bad when it comes to scratching when I shouldn’t. I think it comes back to the fact that I am not very good at doing what I am told to do. And so I scratched and itched and drove everyone batty for over a week. Actually, funny I mention it, but someone else I came across didn’t do so well being told what to do also {Did you like that? Seamless segway to story two!}. A new tenant of mine to be exact.
The owner called me to say the tenant was moving items onto the property before handover. Four days before, in fact. So I called to say, ahhh, actually, you can’t do that. Leave what’s there there if you want but at your risk {blah blah} but please don’t go on site again. Sure. Sorry, she said. Consider it done. Two days later, the day before sign up I received another call. She was back. I called again. Sure. Sorry, she said.
Later that afternoon I popped out to the house to complete the inspection report, stopping at the letterbox to grab the keys, left for me by the owner to pick up. Yes, this is a small town, calm down. But the keys weren’t there. Having a long’ish driveway I drove in to pull a u-turn to go back to the office to find out what happened with the drop off.
But the front door was open. Must be the owner, finishing the clean. I decided and pulled up preparing to start my report. And out SHE came. Teenage son in tow. Not the owner. The soon to be tenant who at this moment was on my LAST NERVE. I wound down the window of the car. Held out my hand, requesting the keys. And demanded she leave the property and not come back until after sign up or I would withdraw the offer to rent the house to her.
Since she was clearly a nutcase!
I’m just saying. Days like this you just need to sit around with the team in the office and laugh. Val at my front desk shared that she once had people move in upon finding the door open in a farmhouse on 500 acres open when they went for a final look. I laughed saying actually I could top us both.
Once a removalist opened a door and walked into a house {the air conditioner installer having left it open to have lunch in his truck nearby} checked it all out and decided to move a truck full of furniture in. His intrustion had been to go to the property an wait for the tenant’s call to signal it was ok to go. However the sign up had been delayed for five days due to no bond in place. And he hadn’t waited for the call. The poor tenant was green when she arrived to tell us. She was flustered and embarrassed and said she had already locked the house and would not go in until we could complete the sign up.
So yes. My job. Impossible to do unless you have a sense of humor. And thank goodness mine has been returned to me. Or I think I might have been pushed over the edge.
Suger 
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