Friday 6/3/2011

Friday

Came home from work yesterday afternoon to find 2 cop cars parked in front of my house. Good grief, WHAT now? I'm not even THERE and the cops are being called? It was the tail end of the call, the cops were leaving.

One tenant allegedly threatened another with a box knife over cleaning the bathroom, or so the cops told me. I'm sure they believed that as much as I don't believe it.

So, Rey comes out and starts telling me this story about Mark going after him with a box knife. I didn't believe him and I told him flat to his face: I seriously doubt Mark would do anything like that, at all. The man is pretty much harmless.

Rey changes his story. It was over the bathroom and he started yelling at me in front of my girlfriend's daughter - yada yada yada. I still wasn't buying that the cops were called over the bathroom and whether a person is cleaning it or not.

I brushed him off, I was in an instant bad mood and didn't feel like hearing more bull**** from the man. Much later on, Lynnette comes in and asks me to go meet Mark "by the ponds". Alright, let's here his side of the story.

I can't even print here what he told me what the real reason was. So I won't. It had nothing to do with the bathroom, it something to do with money and money owed is as far as I am going with it on a public venue. Okay, it ended with the bathroom because the 2 were pissing on each other, from what I can tell and it ALL came out, apparently. Mark cleans the bathroom, Rey doesn't clean anything. He SAYS he does, but he really doesn't.
June 3, 2011 5:57 AM
Anonymous said...
So, the end of the story? Rey, his girlfriend and his girlfriend's daughter who has been staying with them for the week (school's out, a 10 year old) are leaving. No sweat off of my back. Sort of a bad time of year to be trying to find tenants, but, fortunately, I have that IRS check sitting in my bank now. Plus I get paid today plus the money that was already in there.

Speaking of the IRS, they now want 2009 taxes. No problem, another 3 to 5 grand coming from them isn't going to bother me at all. But I thought I had turned that in? It wasn't an audit notice, whatever, no biggies, I have "all" of that information on hand - a W-2 and mortgage interest payment. But I'll have to re do 2008 to get the house fire loss to carry over through 2008 on to 2009. I dunno what kind of time limit I have, I'll call them and find out when they think it is due.

Umm, the weekend is almost here. I still haven't hashed out whether I am taking Caleb up to the White Mountains tomorrow and spend the night in a hotel or just drive all day Sunday - up and back. I would rather not drive all day Sunday, really, but I am guessing Caleb is going to want to spend his final night with his friends on Saturday night before leaving town for 2 months.

When he comes back, some of his friends who graduated will already be out of town. One of his best friends will be in boot camp somewhere, I think a couple more off to college.

Anyway, work day almost here. The workload has doubled since I left yesterday. There are 2 deliveries that I already knew about, but now there are 2 more that I didn't know about. And those 2 deliveries mean picking up stuff on the west side of Phoenix and then driving clear out to the far east valley.

Oh, yes, back to the incident with the tenants. I have been there and done that with fighting tenants in the past. The guy calling the cops was just stupid. I found out from Lynnette yesterday he was going to give me a 30 day notice - he told her this earlier this week. I assume calling the cops was his way of trying to snake out of rent. He can go piss off. I got really cranky with that guy yesterday after he lied to me. Gag. Well, I am not going to let that ruin my trip up to the mountains, I haven't been in a few years. I just hope while I'm gone that peace can be had, cause' I don't want to get an ugly phone call about the cops being there again while driving on a 2 lane road in the forest up on the Rim.

I think I'll quit there, the potential story only gets worse..........

G'day.

ben