I'm in the shower. It's nice and warm in here. It's cold out there. I'm not getting out anytime soon. So I guess this is a "Tub Time" spin-off.
Fridays are one of my apartments property days. I don't really like doing pest controls at apartments communities but I am reluctant to hire another pest tech just yet. So, I deal with the inconvenience and make the best of it.
The first property I went to today, I had to treat Building 12 and had one "call-in" from unit 508 (just realized 508 is 13, that's evil). "Small bugs in kitchen," it said. I save the "call-in" unit for last. When I get there, I knock 3 times without answer. So I enter.
Spraying apartments is always a crap shoot. I've been in nasty units with roaches crawling everywhere and I've been in units that look like Martha Stewarts anus........ clean as a whistle. I've walked in on naked people passed out in the floor and drugs all over the table. You just never know.
I open the door and the living room is completely empty. No furniture or anything. The only thing is a prescription bottle in the middle of the floor. My first thought is, "Oh shit, I'm about to have a Matrix moment". Prescription is for Methocarbomal (a muscle relaxant, I Googled it).
I go into the guest bedroom. Same thing. Completely empty except for 1 prescription bottle in floor. Ok, shits getting weird.
Master bedroom........ bed, end table, chest of drawers but little else. Looks almost like the model unit. 1 prescription bottle in middle of floor.
Dining room........ table is set for 2. Bottle of chilled Champagne in bucket of ice. Note on table. 2 page note, papers side by side. Prescription bottle on top of one plate. I quickly skim note and obtain it's jest.
Paraphrased note: "By the time you get back, I'll be gone. Sorry we didn't work out. I know you'll hate me but I'll always love you. Maybe one day you'll find a man that can truly make you happy. I know I made mistakes, but we both did. I set the table for you. You can enjoy the start of your knew life with this bottle of Champagne. Goodbye."
At this point, I'm feeling horrible about what's going on and do not want to be there when this chick gets home. I treat the kitchen........ another prescription bottle sitting on the counter. Obviously this dude is trying to make a statement. I leave my card.
As I'm walking down the stairs, a woman in her mid-twenties goes past me. I listen, and it's her. She goes to the door I just left. I'm thinking the girl has a prescription drug problem and her dude found her stash. He leaves in the middle of the day and takes all his shit. I feel awful as I walk to the main office.
I tell the office manager that things were a little weird in 508. Right away she goes, "Oh, yeah. The boyfriend just turned in his key. The lady that lives there went through the entire evection process because they cosigned, but he wouldn't leave the guest room after she told him to move out. We changed the locks today and she got a restraining order."
Shit blew my mind. He didn't leave on his own accord, like he made it seem in the note. She kicked him out. I feel like I went through the emotional rollercoaster of these two peoples relationship in a 15 minutes time span.
That's it I guess. Getting wrinkly. Time to get out.
Fridays are one of my apartments property days. I don't really like doing pest controls at apartments communities but I am reluctant to hire another pest tech just yet. So, I deal with the inconvenience and make the best of it.
The first property I went to today, I had to treat Building 12 and had one "call-in" from unit 508 (just realized 508 is 13, that's evil). "Small bugs in kitchen," it said. I save the "call-in" unit for last. When I get there, I knock 3 times without answer. So I enter.
Spraying apartments is always a crap shoot. I've been in nasty units with roaches crawling everywhere and I've been in units that look like Martha Stewarts anus........ clean as a whistle. I've walked in on naked people passed out in the floor and drugs all over the table. You just never know.
I open the door and the living room is completely empty. No furniture or anything. The only thing is a prescription bottle in the middle of the floor. My first thought is, "Oh shit, I'm about to have a Matrix moment". Prescription is for Methocarbomal (a muscle relaxant, I Googled it).
I go into the guest bedroom. Same thing. Completely empty except for 1 prescription bottle in floor. Ok, shits getting weird.
Master bedroom........ bed, end table, chest of drawers but little else. Looks almost like the model unit. 1 prescription bottle in middle of floor.
Dining room........ table is set for 2. Bottle of chilled Champagne in bucket of ice. Note on table. 2 page note, papers side by side. Prescription bottle on top of one plate. I quickly skim note and obtain it's jest.
Paraphrased note: "By the time you get back, I'll be gone. Sorry we didn't work out. I know you'll hate me but I'll always love you. Maybe one day you'll find a man that can truly make you happy. I know I made mistakes, but we both did. I set the table for you. You can enjoy the start of your knew life with this bottle of Champagne. Goodbye."
At this point, I'm feeling horrible about what's going on and do not want to be there when this chick gets home. I treat the kitchen........ another prescription bottle sitting on the counter. Obviously this dude is trying to make a statement. I leave my card.
As I'm walking down the stairs, a woman in her mid-twenties goes past me. I listen, and it's her. She goes to the door I just left. I'm thinking the girl has a prescription drug problem and her dude found her stash. He leaves in the middle of the day and takes all his shit. I feel awful as I walk to the main office.
I tell the office manager that things were a little weird in 508. Right away she goes, "Oh, yeah. The boyfriend just turned in his key. The lady that lives there went through the entire evection process because they cosigned, but he wouldn't leave the guest room after she told him to move out. We changed the locks today and she got a restraining order."
Shit blew my mind. He didn't leave on his own accord, like he made it seem in the note. She kicked him out. I feel like I went through the emotional rollercoaster of these two peoples relationship in a 15 minutes time span.
That's it I guess. Getting wrinkly. Time to get out.
