There's trouble in paradise! Hick was enjoying his Senior Center lunch of meat loaf on Wednesday, when word of betrayal reached his ears.
"Them girls--I mean women--were telling me that I needed to talk to one of the apartment guys. They said he'd been down in the lobby, cussin' me and sayin' he was gonna call Channel 2 News! Something about how I didn't clean his rug.
After lunch, I went up there and knocked on the door. I said,'I hear you been cussin' me down in the lobby. If you have a problem, I need to know about it so I can fix it. But you ain't gonna be goin' around cussin' me and makin' threats.'
He said he'd do anything he wanted! That I hadn't cleaned his rug, and he was callin' the news, and that he'd have my job! I said he could do whatever he wanted, but that if he didn't like the way things were done, he might need to think about moving. That he wasn't gonna live there and be cussin' me out in the public areas.
He wanted to know who owned the apartments, and I said the city. He wanted a phone number to complain, but I said I'M THE PHONE NUMBER! That the city leases it to the foundation that I work for. He wanted their number, but they don't have one. Just my boss's personal number, and I wasn't givin' that to him. Then he asked who I gave the checks to, and I said to the foundation's accountant."
"I guess he thought you owned that building, and you're getting rich from his $700 a month rent."
"I did tell him that I just took over in March, when only 5 apartments were rented, and I fixed them up, and now 14 are rented. Now that it's making money, we have more funds to fix things."
"Did you tell him you make less than $300 a month?"
"No. But I wish I had!
I went back downstairs and was talkin' to the girls. The lady from the apartment beside that guy came down, and said she could hear us through the wall, and that I was polite to the guy, even though we was yellin'. Then he came down and started in again.
About his rug, how it wasn't cleaned. I told him it WAS cleaned, and that's the best my guy could do. I paid Old Buddy to clean it. I said the guy could go rent a carpet cleaner and do it himself, and give me the bill. Or he could use the carpet cleaner we have, and the soap we have. And if he's really good at it, I'll hire HIM to do all of them, and pay HIM instead of Old Buddy. He went back upstairs after that.
A little while later, he came back, and said, 'As far as I'm concerned, it's over. I'm good. Are you good?' I told him that he's not going to cuss me and complain about stuff that I don't even know needs to be fixed. He can't be bad-mouthin' me in the public areas, or he's gonna have to find somewhere else to live. That's how it ended.
I told my boss later, and he said yeah, there's no lease. It's month to month. And that if somebody is a problem, we can move them out."
Have I mentioned that I would prefer Hick to NOT HAVE this job?
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