And I use the term property manager loosely.
Thank you for your arrogance, your obnoxious behaviour and your inability to return phone calls.
Thank you for running late to open houses, which are open for 10 brief minutes per place, 15 if you get a property manager with some sense of a conscience, and thank you your inability to apologise for keeping people waiting.
Thank you for treating people who need to rent, for one reason or
another, as another number on your database.
Thank you for looking down your nose at us all with an air of
unbelievable arrogance.
Thank you for making the last two weeks of my life even more stressful
than it already is. Your lack of
customer service is amazing (and your One Direction copycat hair cuts and crap hipster
suits are even more amazing. Amazingly
awful).
After I do find somewhere to live I hope I never come across any of you
again. You hope to “grow up” to be a
sales professional in your industry, based on what I have seen I wouldn’t deal
with the majority of you.
I know it is a sellers’ market.
I know rental properties are few and people seeking a home are a plenty. But the bubble will probably burst. And I hope you’re caught dead smack in the
middle of it and have to learn some humanity.
I hope to run into your again if that day ever comes. As a buyer.
