Feb 05, 2005 23:13
So Justin's crappy job led him to some luck.
After getting off work at a completely random time and parking in a completely random spot, besides it being the only one available, he runs across the guy that owns our apartment and a bunch of others in the neighborhood.
The guy hires him 5 minutes later to be the next building manager for a month until the real b.m. can quit his current job.
No felon checks. No drug tests. Not even a glance at how well we keep up our current apartment. How great is that?
So in this deal we get this mega-apartment downstairs. For free, except for electricity/cooking gas which means we just won't use in the other apartment which we get to keep as well, for free. Plus he gets paid about $1000 for the month. Plus he gets to quit his shithole job to sit around all day to do tai chi, read, and collect packages for the tenants.
The apartment has a little porch too.
So everyone is invited down! We have room to party now! But it's like the Beatle's song, "She asked me to sit anywhere. And I looked around and noticed there wasn't a chair." It's BYOBS- bring your own back support.