It's been a good day thus far. I've gotten a lot accomplished both personally and with my work at the apartment buildings.
Regarding work, the errands have been run, the office work has been fulfilled, installation of a secured cigarette butt container has been done for the T****s building, and notices posted. And, as of last night, I don't have any vacancies in either the Travis building nor the P******e apartment building. That is until about the middle of this month when I'll have a 1-Bedroom available in each. But people call regularly enough and I advertise the units with appealing specials, so I doubt they'll be vacant for long.
Regarding personal tasks, I've done some necessary shopping for food and supplies and have also gotten the laundry going as Steven is still a bit under the weather. When he got the flu, I think he caught his share of the virus as well as someone else's. He's doing what he can, though, around the house; dusting, sweeping, mopping... that sort of thing. I caution him not to overdo it. I make it a point to ask him if there's anything I can do or get for him.
I've gotten lucky thus far in that I haven't gotten sick at all. And that's good. I don't have time to get sick. And if I got sick, I'm quite sure I'd work through it anyway. I might cut back a couple of hours each day until I got better. But it's not like I have to be around people in a crowded office or anything like that. I'm in my own little office. Of which I pay rent for. Oh! Did I say that? I'm sorry. That will have to wait until another day.
I've had this job since mid-July of last year and I like what I'm doing. What I don't like is that I feel as though I'm some sort of adult babysitter. That and I don't like being tied to a phone just in case someone calls and has an emergency. And I'm not tied to just one phone, I'm tied to two of them. That is until my boss finds and hires a new manager for the T****s building, someone who can be a live-in manager. I was supposed to be the manager of it and my boss said it was okay, but he didn't clear that with the owners of the building who insist on having someone on-site.
The T****s Apartments fell into my lap in early October 2012 because the previous manager flaked out. After a month of proving myself and busting my backside, making order out of chaos, I asked my boss if I could manage the 38-unit building for an extra $1200 above what I make at the P******e Apartments. He said I could. And he shouldn't have.
My boss has had almost two months to find and hire someone to take over that building. As of today, I haven't heard anything about a replacement. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, though, because I'm actually getting the extra money for the time being (minus taxes, of course). But once someone is hired I won't be getting the $1200 nor will I be getting the medical and dental benefits.
I'm rather bitter about that. Why would he do that? Why would he give me the okay to be the full-time manager of both buildings without the owner's knowledge nor approval to do so? I cleaned up the building, inspected it from top to bottom, kicked out a problematic tenant, turned a confusing and unorganized office into an organized and well-functioning one, and I brought it down from having 9 vacancies to having 0 vacancies and all within 4 months time.
And he hasn't yet found nor hired a replacement.
Well, he'll be in a bit of a fix come May when I inform him that Steven and I will be moving up north to be closer to Steven's family. I will let him know in early May that Steven and I will be gone by the end of that month. That's about three week's notice, plenty of time considering that I really only have to give him two. And if he can't handle it, well I guess that's what he has an assistant for. I don't want to hear, "But couldn't you stick around until I find someone to replace you and then train the person?" "Sorry," will be my reply. "I'll be gone by the end of May."
You'll have noticed the ****'s. I've done that on purpose as I'm rather certain those names could be pulled up rather easily through a Google search. I don't want to run the risk of being canned or anything just yet in case my boss gets nosey or whatnot. That would ruin our plan to save up as much as possible until we move. Steven and I have come up with a Plan A, B, C, D, and E, so I think we're okay. His parents are concerned, but when it comes right down to it Steven and I have to do what's best for us. Steven came down here for me. He has me. And now he, we, need to be closer to family; closer to his parents, his kids, his grandkids, and closer to his sister and her husband and family. In our opinion, it's the healthy and wise thing to do.
Anyway, that's about it for now.
Until next time...
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