I am in apartment maintenance, so my bad customers don’t go home after they make me miserable; they ARE home. I see them practically every single day.
I have one tenant for whom nothing is ever right. He hates everyone. Any inconvenience is a major emergency; any work order is a guaranteed call-back.
It is South Georgia, back in the 1980s. Summer. The kind of hot that makes you stick to yourself. This tenant calls.
Tenant: “My air conditioning is broken! Fix it now!”
Me: “I’ll get to it as soon as I can. Everyone is running their AC ragged right now, so there are a few—”
Tenant: “I said now, and I mean now!” *Click*
It’s typical of him to not seem to understand that he isn’t the only one suffering in the heat and probably a dozen units have failed already today. My helper and I are able to get them all up and running, and our last call is [Tenant].
My partner runs over, and I stop to make an order. The heat wave has exhausted our parts supply, and I need to make sure we have materials for tomorrow.
[Tenant]’s AC luckily just has a small problem; a capacitor going bad. My guy radios me.
Partner: “Can you run a capacitor over?”
Me: “I used the last one an hour ago. Pull one from a vacant unit for now.”
[Tenant] hears that and goes ballistic — I can hear it over the radio — so I go over to calm him down.
As I approach, I can already hear him yelling twenty feet from his door. I politely knock, and he flings the door open, red-faced and shaking. Before I can say a word, he starts screaming in my face.
Tenant: “Stupid piece-of-s***, sorry motherf*****s, cheap-a** b*****ds, trying to give me used parts! For as much as I pay, I deserve better! Neither one of you losers is going to f*** with my s***! I deserve a professional! I demand someone who knows what they are doing!”
Me: *Smiling* “Are you asking to have an outside contractor repair your unit?”
Tenant: “I’m not asking you a g**d*** thing! I am telling you what is going to happen!”
No problem. I have a decent budget, and although I do have an HVAC vendor to use if things are too busy to handle, I have to explain it to the manager first.
Me: “Okay. Do you mind if I use your phone?”
I tell my manager that Mr. Problem Tenant refuses to let us do our job because he doesn’t think we are capable.
Me: “He’s demanding an outside contractor.”
Manager: “Okay, but I need him to verify that.”
I hand [Tenant] the phone, and of course, he goes off on a long rant. Then, he hands me the phone back.
Manager: “Go ahead and set it up.”
Problem Tenant is looking pretty smug now.
Tenant: “Need to use my phone again?”
I say yes and call it in. He’s grinning ear to ear as I state the address and tell the contractor what I need.
Me: “You’re all set.”
Tenant: “What time can I expect the repairman?”
Me: “Before 5:00 pm… On August 9.”
Tenant: “What?! That’s almost two weeks from now!”
He starts screaming again, and as I turn to walk out the door, he grabs my shoulder. I hold my arm up and look at my watch. It’s 5:15 pm, fifteen minutes past my work schedule.
Me: “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m off the clock.”
His hand drops, and so does his face. When he replies, his voice is very different.
Tenant: “Please put the used part on.”
Me: “Do you trust my ‘stupid a**’ to do that?”
Tenant: “Yes. Sorry I said that.”
He was never a problem again.
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