February 17, 2012

• Apartment Managing Story: Morning After Halloween 2007

  This is a funny story. Wasn't so funny, at the time, but that's how most stories go, am I right?  For those who don't know, I was an apartment manager, along with my husband, out in Las Vegas, NV for about a year and a half. What a time that was. So, we got the job in Oct. of 2007 and this story happened Nov. 1st. I hadn't even been on the job for a month. This was when my husband was still working his 12 hour shifts driving cab and had to come home from work and do some maintenance. *you have NO IDEA how much maintenance PILES up in a days time. let me tell you*

  Anyway, that morning, he got up to go to work. These apartments were studios and had sliding glass doors. Some tenant came to notify me that this one mans door was just shattered. All over the place. So, I left the office to go check it out. Glass everywhere. There was also a man sleeping in his car and he was still in his halloween costume and had his face so painted, you couldn't tell what he looked like. Thinking the two could be connected, and being told to call for help if I ever encountered a situation I didn't know how to handle, I went back to call my husband, even though he was working.

  But, get this. I LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF THE OFFICE. haha. So then I'm thinking, "who's phone do I want to borrow?". I dragged myself up the stairs to Mr. M's apartment and asked to borrow his phone. It was lovely. I didn't really want to ask him, but he was the logical choice. I had never been in his apartment, so it was fun to stand and talk to my husband on the phone while looking at pictures of naked blonde's all over his wall. *shivers* LOL.

  I told Mr. M a little of what was going on, how I was locked out and alone, basically, so he asked if I wanted him to come with me. Normally, I'd have said no, but I was a little scared, so I said yes. Then he picked up his gun and stuck it in his pants. It felt nice to have someone have my back, just in case.  

  Then my husband got back and the men kinda took over, as far as dealing with the passed out drunk crazy guy, in his car. I was told to stay back and out of the way. I stayed by the broken glass. The guy was crazy, yelling how he was going to sue us. See, my husband told him there was no way he was going to let him drive and that he needed someone to come pick him up, because he was drunk. so the guy was screaming at everyone, threatening to call his lawyer and it was just scary. You never know with people. I was glad someone had a gun . Anywhoo, after that situation got calmed down a little, the hubster went back to work and I was left sweeping up all the broken glass. The crazy drunk guy finally got a ride and, as they drove out of the parking lot, he looked at me and i just gave him the dirtiest look. Like, stop giving me death stares, you idiot! lol Then they had to come back to get his car. That was a lovely experience, too. lol.

  I still don't know what happened with the broken door. Whether someone was really pushed through it or a gun shot or what not, never found out. Our apartments were in a somewhat safe place. We were in a little bubble and then the surrounding areas were filled with crime. But, we had campus police, which is why our apartments were fairly safe, plus we did our best to keep out the riff raff.

  I have more stories I'll share later. Maybe someone will find them entertaining.

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