Back in Business
Am I really a B*tch or is it that I am good at some things requiring "Firm But Polite" behaviour?? To wit: I am back in the evicting business.
The family cottage is very small and funky with a view to die for and, if you are a well-behaved tenant, beach and wharf privileges. We spent many, many summers "At the Bay". I learned to sail there and that hauling rocks was easier with a winch and high tide - did you know rocks weighed less under water? It holds a lot of good memories and, were one to need a place to retreat for restoration of spirit, it could be just the ticket.
My dad has (finally) decided that the bonehead-4-months-arrears-"I'll-have-the cash-tomorrow" tenant needs to go. Who ya gonna call?
Eviction Woman!!
So far: one Firm But Polite letter, one Full-of-Excuses (and Lies that he thinks I don't recognize) phone call. That was two weeks ago. Lots of heads up and pay attention one would think, right?? Not so much for this guy. I think he made the same mistake the last character did and thought I would be A Girl and, Therefore, Someone Who Could be Strung Along With Words and Promises.
Apparently, he was wrong.
This morning: one Inspection Visit complete with signing of Tenancy Agreement document that should have been done 5 years ago (thanks, Dad who was being Nice) followed by the handing over of the coup de grace: a 10 Day Notice. For those of you who have followed my career as a landlord, you may know what I'm talking about, for the rest of you it's pretty simple: he has 5 days to pay up in full or file a dispute. If he does neither, he has 10 days to leave. He was not very happy.
It could get messy. Or it might not and he will leave when he is supposed to. Either way, there may be cottage and wharf space available this summer.
Completed Applications for Preferred Weeks on the pile to the right.
FAQ sheet and blank Applications on the left.
Children of the Family: you are on notice for clean-up patrol!!
Knitting up a storm
and still breathing.
The family cottage is very small and funky with a view to die for and, if you are a well-behaved tenant, beach and wharf privileges. We spent many, many summers "At the Bay". I learned to sail there and that hauling rocks was easier with a winch and high tide - did you know rocks weighed less under water? It holds a lot of good memories and, were one to need a place to retreat for restoration of spirit, it could be just the ticket.
My dad has (finally) decided that the bonehead-4-months-arrears-"I'll-have-the cash-tomorrow" tenant needs to go. Who ya gonna call?
Eviction Woman!!
So far: one Firm But Polite letter, one Full-of-Excuses (and Lies that he thinks I don't recognize) phone call. That was two weeks ago. Lots of heads up and pay attention one would think, right?? Not so much for this guy. I think he made the same mistake the last character did and thought I would be A Girl and, Therefore, Someone Who Could be Strung Along With Words and Promises.
Apparently, he was wrong.
This morning: one Inspection Visit complete with signing of Tenancy Agreement document that should have been done 5 years ago (thanks, Dad who was being Nice) followed by the handing over of the coup de grace: a 10 Day Notice. For those of you who have followed my career as a landlord, you may know what I'm talking about, for the rest of you it's pretty simple: he has 5 days to pay up in full or file a dispute. If he does neither, he has 10 days to leave. He was not very happy.
It could get messy. Or it might not and he will leave when he is supposed to. Either way, there may be cottage and wharf space available this summer.
Completed Applications for Preferred Weeks on the pile to the right.
FAQ sheet and blank Applications on the left.
Children of the Family: you are on notice for clean-up patrol!!
Knitting up a storm
and still breathing.
posted by Another Joan at 10:36 a.m.
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