All year I have been meaning to share stories about this crazy place that I call work. Things happen here that you would never believe. I’m ending the year by starting this blog – next year I will take you on a journey into my workplace. I hope this entertains you, and sheds some light on the insane Real Estate industry.
My Agency is part of a franchise, but for the sake of all things legal (because I will be completely upfront and honest about everything that goes on) I am going to keep my story anonymous, and change the names of anyone I write about. So, let us begin!
My name is The Property Manager and I work at The Real Estate Agency. My Agency consists of both a Sales and Rentals department, and we are based in a busy city.
Let me introduce you to my colleagues.
The Principal of the Agency – we’ll call him Big Boss. He’s a great boss, very generous. Laid back, but still as intimidating as all hell. He means business. I’m fairly certain his PA Rachel is in love with him (but she does seem to be in love with a lot of people in this office).
My boss – we’ll call her Boss. She’s a crazy Irish woman who loves to swear and have a laugh, all while getting a lot of shit done.
My co-workers; Sera, Ruby, Tom, Patrick, Nicole, Lucy and Mandy. Mandy just quit, so her portfolio is being managed by all of us – which has added a bit of stress. A new girl starts in the new year, but we don’t know her name yet. I suppose it doesn’t matter, I can name her what I want anyway. Let’s call her Caroline.
Today is the last day of work before Christmas break. Big Boss and Boss have already finished for the year, so PA Rachel suggested we play office Olympics. Problem is, PA Rachel is in sales where you can sit around if nothing is happening. But we are in Property Management, and there is ALWAYS something happening.
I have leases to draw up, handymen to chase, and tenants to call back. We aren’t open again until after Christmas and if this painter doesn’t bring the keys back for tenants who are moving into their apartment today, they will not have a home for Christmas.
I also need to send a breach to a group house of foreign students who have a lease granting three people to live in their two bedroom apartment. Guess how many people are living there? NINE. They have bunk beds, and fold out couches, and double beds. It happens a lot more than you would think – students think they can make a bit more money by leasing their rooms out to more than one (or two, or five!!) people. We probably wouldn’t have found out until their inspection, except they have been a little rowdy recently and one of them vomited onto the balcony below. The tenants below sent me this lovely photograph of what they woke up to the next morning:
Better get back to it.
Wishing you a safe and happy Christmas.
See you next year!
- The Property Manager.
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