My husband and I worked for a property management before for over 24 years in the same townhouse village (31 units townhouse - 2 bedrooms + 1 & 1/2 bathrooms + 5 appliances). The townhouse was modernly built before year 1996. When we moved in to that townhouse another couple was the resident manager of such townhouse until they resigned, quit and move to another city in the same province of BC. They are nice couple with two kids. Their firstborn the same age with my kids rather their age closely been in the same bracket. My kids and their son are close friends, he frequently stayed at our home and have him for our meals. I couldn't believe that the boy would like the food that I cooked especially fish in fish soup, my kids don't even like other fish except salmon. To make story short, their family left for a better or greener pasture somewhere else and the couple's manager or property manager had chosen my husband to be the new residential manager or landlord. My husband was once a manager for stevedoring company before he was a supervisor in the pulp mill. He has managerial knowledge and he is very smart. We have to stay in that townhouse because that's part of the contract. My husband worked as a carpenter, plumber, landscape artist, lawnmower man, painter, and other jobs required in that 31 unit townhouse. My part of the job is to clean the mess left behind by tenants who decided to move out. Most of our tenants are responsible and pay their rent on time and no other things to complain. They are happy being tenants in the townhouse. We don't really encounter any problems whatsoever, things are going well. Boring? So the property manager has added another apartment (20 units) plus two houses close to that apartment to look after and manage in another part of the city. More work, more responsibility. In that apartment there are few problems. We usually have midnight calls or somebody calling at dawn about tenants complaining about parties, loud partying of tenants in another room. Husband had to wake up in those ungodly hours and see for himself and what he could do to pacify the drunk tenants with loud visitors. It's not a laughing matter. Manager for townhouses or apartments is not that easy. RCMP usually advised my husband not to do it by himself. He should just call them to do their work beacuse it's too risky. However, my husband decided to do some police work, attended seminars provided by the RCMP and at least legalizing his work as Resident Manager and his work benefit those who need the security. Then his job keeps adding up, realtors started asking for his expertise. Somehow, not happy with those realtors because they always expect that my husband should work for them and they are the priority. OMG! My husband is the landlord, residential manager for 31 townhouse units + 20 apartment units + 2 houses then realty managers also asking his help? Para na syang police patrol. Nakakaloka! Me and my kids seldom see him (husband/father) at home because he works so hard. Then all those calls at night because of unhappy tenants problematic about their neighbors. RCMP to the rescue. I told my husband that's the work of the RCMP not yours. Thank you RCMP Officers, somehow you had helped my family in all those years of me being scared because of those bullies and racists. OMG! Long story. I'm not a female Forrest Gump I could go on and on, reveal so many stories and it will be a never ending story.
NEVER ENDING STORY. Wow! I happened to sing the themesong one day and the wind suddenly blew so hard, 😱 in mighty fury, and the backyard fence had been blown down on the ground. Yuck! I got the power!! lol.👍😇
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