Lord of the Land

We've lived in this building for about seven years now. We devoted our time and effort to it before we were even being compensated for it. We spent a year with the title of "manager" doing all maintenance and policing duties, everything short of collecting rent. We were "let go" (a polite way of saying fired) for the sake of bringing in a professional management company to take over such duties. Because of this our bills went up roughly a hundred and fifty dollars a month. This was well over six months ago. No management company. No management.

The other day we wake up to a note on our door from one of the neighbors. This woman hasn't even lived here a year. No one really knows her or talks to her. She is one of the parking issues, taking up two of our six spots for six apartments. She is rarely ever here. She just wanted to let us know that she is the new manager and will be collecting rent on the first.

It would have been nice to hear it from the landlord, the man I have known since I was ten, but hey, whatever, the whole thing is a slap in the face anyway.

I need a drink.