New Blinds are NOT an emergency!

I try to be helpful. I try to respond to all calls and emails as soon as I can. But sometimes, people do not understand that I have a life too. I specifically stated that my hours of manager operation, are from Monday-Friday, from 9-5pm, unless there is an emergency. This means, Saturday and Sunday do not apply. Maybe I was not very clear on what an emergency really means.

Let's make a list of what constitutes and emergency, shall we?

1. Leaks. If there is a leak in your apartment, please call me. This can potentially become a huge problem.
2. Break-Ins. This can speak for itself.
3. A dead Body in the hallway. Duh.
4. An alien invasion. Please let me know ASAP.



Now that we have those emergencies in order, lets discuss the "non-emergencies"-

1. People digging through the garbage. I know this can be annoying to hear the bottles dropping at 6am. I understand. But, tell them to leave. I do not need to be the only one, all the time, especially if you are capable of speaking.
2. New Blinds. We all need them eventually. This is not a catastrophic event. 
3. Outside noise. I am the manager of the building, not the city. This is completely out of my control.
4. A Roach. This one is a fine line, so I understand that it can be nerve racking. If you see a roach anywhere in the building, kill it and call me in the morning. This is the city after all, and there are bugs in LA. I can get that taken care of, no problem. But not at 3am.
5. A light bulb, really? I don't think I even have to get into this one.

Now that these examples are up, I hope sleep can come a little easier for me. Like I said, I really don't mind helping out. I will do as much as I can within my capabilities to make sure that everyone is happy here. But there are hours on my door for a reason. Thanks, and have a good day :)


This is NOT a picture of me by the way, but it does explain how I feel after being woken up for an "emergency"..hehe

The Soaked Singer

So we come to a situation that I have no control over. There is someone here that loves to sing. I don't mind actually, but the resident upstairs does. The singer sings, a lot, I mean...A LOT in the front of building. I personally like how he plays, but I don't hear him all day. The complaint is this: "Gina! He won't stop singing! It's the same song for the past ten years, and it's making me crazy!"

I figured something was going to happen between the singer and the complainer. I was right.

I get a phone call during my coffee date with my honey, and the singer says"Gina, I'm going to knock him out! He threw water on me!" oh boy, I say to myself. Here we go. I say, "listen, singer, there is not much I can do about this situation. You sing a lot, and it's annoying him now. If you guys cannot get along, then take it to the street, or discuss it like big boys". I'm sure my response was not very professional, but at the same time, what can I do? I am not a referee, or a mediator, or their mom. I can simply suggest that they come up with a solution where everyone is happy.

I see the water thrower in the hallway and ask him why he did that to the singer. His response, "Because he doesn't stop, and I hear him in my dreams"

Trying not to laugh, I say, "okay, so what is another solution to this situation?" He suggests, "throw more water?" I did chuckle inside, because I had a different idea.

Oh Man...This is not going to end friendly. But seriously, I cannot do anything about this. There is nothing I can say or do to either party to make them shakes hands and be friends. I can just hope that no one gets beat up in the hallway.

Super Hero Roaches

So the cat-man got kicked out yesterday. If you are wondering who is is..I'll tell ya. He is a very nice guy, who loves feral cats. And women...I was hurt, because he is a nice guy. But he never let us in. Now I know why. He had extra room mates that were not on the lease. They were bugs. Lots of bugs. I feel like they had it out for me. I mean, they grew bigger, and took over the front lobby, like the treatment we used gave them this amazing super hero power, and now...I'm scared. One thing I do know, is we pay the pest control people a lot of money to care for these situations. What are they feeding them???

Most residents of mine were apparently okay, they didn't have these mini super heroes chillin in their apartments previous to this situation.

I expected  a ton of emails and calls, saying..."Gina!!! Help us!!! They are killing our puppies, the roaches!! Is this a normal Roach....?"!!!"  And I will say, "huh?"

 A sudden pause comes from my end, and I say..."I will check it out". I go downstairs to the first floor and  realize its true. They ARE everywhere!!! I scream, run up the stairs and call the maintenance guy with fear exasperating out of my face. I tell him what's going on. He says..."HAHAHAHHHAHAHAAAA!!!!!" -sucka

Now I get it. You tell the roaches to leave, and they bulk up. They all want you dead. This is a true story...and I'm still scared :/