The Start of One of "THOSE" days
So, last Sunday I was just sitting at my desk, or I should say the desk everyone shares, and was checking e-mail and on Facebook and what not and then someone knocks on the door. I was not expecting any company and nor was I expecting any deliveries so I was sort of shocked that anyone would be coming over knocking at the door on a warm Sunday afternoon. I asked who it was in a my "I am not expecting company voice" and this voice behind the door said that it was management. I was thinking what the heck did they want. So, I opened the door and a girl with a lip piercing and a little too much make up on stood before me. She was all of about 20 years old and she dug in the pocket of her too tight jeans and handed me a folded paper. She said oh are you the tenant. I said yes and she said OK and then she bolted down the steps and got into her too loud car and sped away, disappeared as fast as she appeared. I unfolded the paper and it said 3 day notice. It listed all the rents that I had paid as unpaid on it. I was needless to say way beyond shocked. Since it was Sunday I knew that the office of the management company was closed but that didn't stop me from leaving a long irritate message. In fact I left three messages, one in the mail mailbox, one in the accounting people's mailbox and one for the property manager. Since this building was sold these people have been having problems with accounting, the accounting of me taking the rent down there every month and paying it and get a receipt for paying it which I have filed away in my rent paid shoe box. I just couldn't believe it. I thought it was all straightened out last month and the month before when I got the same notices and called and they would say oh don't worry we got it.
I waited for Monday to roll around. Monday was a bad day for my mom so I didn't get a chance to call them during office hours so when Tuesday, rolled around, I made it the first thing I was going to do this morning. I picked up the phone at exactly 9:01, they open at 9 and I called. I got the receptionist who asked me my apartment number. I told her there is none. So, she asked me the address and I told her and she said oh hold please. I held. And I held. I was about to unhold and call them back when this tiny voice picked up the phone. Raquel was her name and she asked oh what apartment is this? I was shaking my head and trying not scream that there is not one same thing I told the other girl. So, she says oh let me pull up the file and she clicks away on her computer a few clicks and key strokes, that I can hear while I am on the phone with her and then she says oh is your name this? I said yes, that is me. Well, she explained to me about their accounting procedures and this and that and I told her this and that too and said that I have a big box of this and that called receipts of rent paid. She was silent for a minute or so and then I heard the clicking of the keys on the computer again and then she wanted to know if I needed to be transferred to the property manager. I took it from there that she didn't know what else to tell me so I said yes and a couple of rings later I got his voice mail. I informed him that my rent was paid and I was looking at the rent receipts as we spoke and unfortunately, the accounting department is having some issues with crediting my "account" with the payments and I don't know why it is so hard for them to keep the books. I left my name, phone number and address and told him if he needed more information from me to call me and if I didn't hear from him by the end of the week, which would be Friday, I would call him back to see if this was taken care of.
I was tempted to slam down the phone like in the old days when you were mad at a person and would slam the phone in their face and that gave you some satisfaction. It was like you showed them. But, I restrained myself from the slam that I wanted to do and properly hung the phone up in the cradle.
Usually, I don't post much on Facebook about anything too personal. But, today I posted that it was going to be one of those days. That is it that one sentence. With a sad face. So, this man that I allowed to be my friend from another social media site replies. He doesn't say oh what's wrong can I help or hope it gets better, etc..the normal things that you would probably say if you seriously needed to reply to that post. He says something like it is only going to be one of those days if I think that it is going to be one of those days so why don't I word it differently. I swear I almost lost it and was so tempted to go off on him and tell him what he could do with his comment. After dealing with accounting and property managers this morning I was in no mood for anyone to tell me anything about my day. lol But, I tactfully replied that I didn't say that the day would be all bad that I was just having a rough morning. Geez some people just take Facebook too seriously sometimes. One reason why I limit my postings over there.
Now, I am waiting. Just waiting. Waiting too see if accounting is a counting my rent payments. And yes, it has been one of those mornings. LOL
I waited for Monday to roll around. Monday was a bad day for my mom so I didn't get a chance to call them during office hours so when Tuesday, rolled around, I made it the first thing I was going to do this morning. I picked up the phone at exactly 9:01, they open at 9 and I called. I got the receptionist who asked me my apartment number. I told her there is none. So, she asked me the address and I told her and she said oh hold please. I held. And I held. I was about to unhold and call them back when this tiny voice picked up the phone. Raquel was her name and she asked oh what apartment is this? I was shaking my head and trying not scream that there is not one same thing I told the other girl. So, she says oh let me pull up the file and she clicks away on her computer a few clicks and key strokes, that I can hear while I am on the phone with her and then she says oh is your name this? I said yes, that is me. Well, she explained to me about their accounting procedures and this and that and I told her this and that too and said that I have a big box of this and that called receipts of rent paid. She was silent for a minute or so and then I heard the clicking of the keys on the computer again and then she wanted to know if I needed to be transferred to the property manager. I took it from there that she didn't know what else to tell me so I said yes and a couple of rings later I got his voice mail. I informed him that my rent was paid and I was looking at the rent receipts as we spoke and unfortunately, the accounting department is having some issues with crediting my "account" with the payments and I don't know why it is so hard for them to keep the books. I left my name, phone number and address and told him if he needed more information from me to call me and if I didn't hear from him by the end of the week, which would be Friday, I would call him back to see if this was taken care of.
I was tempted to slam down the phone like in the old days when you were mad at a person and would slam the phone in their face and that gave you some satisfaction. It was like you showed them. But, I restrained myself from the slam that I wanted to do and properly hung the phone up in the cradle.
Usually, I don't post much on Facebook about anything too personal. But, today I posted that it was going to be one of those days. That is it that one sentence. With a sad face. So, this man that I allowed to be my friend from another social media site replies. He doesn't say oh what's wrong can I help or hope it gets better, etc..the normal things that you would probably say if you seriously needed to reply to that post. He says something like it is only going to be one of those days if I think that it is going to be one of those days so why don't I word it differently. I swear I almost lost it and was so tempted to go off on him and tell him what he could do with his comment. After dealing with accounting and property managers this morning I was in no mood for anyone to tell me anything about my day. lol But, I tactfully replied that I didn't say that the day would be all bad that I was just having a rough morning. Geez some people just take Facebook too seriously sometimes. One reason why I limit my postings over there.
Now, I am waiting. Just waiting. Waiting too see if accounting is a counting my rent payments. And yes, it has been one of those mornings. LOL
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