As I said the other day, I've had a number of awkward moments over the course of my years in property management. I've already written about two of those moments, yet I've saved for last the moment which without argument stands alone as the most awkward moment of my property management life.
Setting the stage... I managed a good number of properties in my native Birmingham, Alabama- and back in 2006 I probably did more work on a day-to-day basis than I could ever imagine doing today. I properties to tenant prospects, placed/removed our yard signs, etc. I also dealt with vendors and contractors, and took photos immediately following move-outs and just prior to move-ins. It was during the course of handling a move-in that this awkward moment came about.
Anyone whose managed properties will be able to relate with having an owner that's a bit of a tightwad (or to be a bit more politically correct, "is thrifty or frugal")- pledging to handle items on a move-in punchlist themselves rather than have you send folks over to get things done. More than likely, the same folks can relate to a time when an owner didn't handle the items they'd agreed to handle- or dragged their feet while doing so. This was one of those cases.
I had a Saturday move-in, and after assurances from my owner that things would be done in time, I headed over to the home on Friday afternoon to take some pictures of the place. The owner was still at the property and had a good bit of work left to be done- but a bottle of wine sat on a counter, a pizza had just arrived and he mentioned that his girlfriend was on the way over to help him with the rest of the work he had to do.
The girlfriend arrived a bit later- and after declining both pizza and wine, I decided that the only way my move-in would go smoothly at all was if I stepped in to help the guy. I told him I'd handle a bit of cleaning that had to be done- and I started to work on the kitchen and a downstairs bathroom.
Welllllll, it wasn't long before the owner and girlfriend were tired of working- and they retired to the upstairs of the home that was empty save a pallet of some sort the owner had brought along with him. I marched along and moved to clean the bathroom.
It wasn't long before I heard some sort of noise...then more noises coming from upstairs. Then it hit me: they were those kind of noises- and the owner and his girlfriend were having sex up there. And at that moment, I truly would've been happier anywhere else on Earth but there in that bathroom I was cleaning.
But things weren't finished, so to speak. I started scrubbing things faster and faster- determined to get the heck out of that house as quickly as I could.
A minute or so later, the noises stopped, a door swung open and the guy came downstairs. Taking a look inside the bathroom I was cleaning, he stuck a hand in the air for a high-five...
Those Awkward Moments #3: No high-five for you!