"I SHOULD HAVE
KNOWN"...
However, no one told me I was going to be a glorified babysitter; that
definitely wasn't written on the tin. Trust me, I checked thoroughly. As
the mist of excitement clears, there's a lot of “mothering” involved, which
usually consists of pampering, wiping away questionable fluids (which
are better left unidentified) off the walls and carpets, and providing
solutions for problems that shouldn’t exist in the first place, or at least,
shouldn't need any assistance to resolve. No one warned me, so I feel it's
my duty to warn you before you bite the bullet and tumble down this
rabbit hole (if you're not already unprivileged enough to have tumbled).
The argument could be made that “I should have known” what the deal
was. Oh, get real, and grow up, you pretentious, condescending, selfrighteous twit. Obviously I was exerting all my energy on the excitement
of climbing onto the BTL property ladder, so I could get some workingprofessional schmuck to pay off my mortgage(s), while I kick back and
drink tequila shots out of my favourite working girl's navel. That's not my
fault, and you know it.
I sound terribly grumpy, don't I? I'm 30, so it's not old age, unless I'm wise
beyond my years, which is very unlikely to be the case, so I'm compelled
to believe I may have a genuine case here. I know I'm not the only
landlord that has been harassed with fictitious problems and problems
that a mentally impaired donkey is more than capable of resolving. Yet,
our thoughtful tenants find it a whole lot easier and perhaps more
sociable if they abused their position and transformed us into their
personal butlers. I guess there lies the root of the problem, we all just
want an easy life.
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