Ms. Berry...

First of all let me say that I'm too nice of a person no matter how creepy somebody is.
One day it'll get me killed.

So, let me give you a little back story.
We all know I work my ass off just to get a lease. Well, about two weeks ago, I walked this lady (approximately 45 years of age) to show her one of our 2 bedroom/ 1 bath town homes. She had pretty much torn up the town and was ready just to give up. As soon as I opened the door the the town home, she was THRILLED! She loved the floor plan. She loved the location of the unit. She loved EVERYTHING about it. The only thing she didn't like? The price. So, I did my thing and got the price down by $50 a month. She was MORE than pleased. I also got the new wood slatted blinds for her. More than that? I gave her the rest of the month (granted its only three days) free rent. She told me I was such a blessing to her, God sent, and that SHE LOVED ME. She said all this as she was giving me this GIANT hug. Creepy. I just gave her the sided one armed back pat... that was MORE than a violation of my personal space. I had known her for about 5 minutes at that point.

Needless to say... She leased.

She gave me HELL for 2 weeks because of her qualification to rent. I fought, fought, fought for this woman to move in. I eventually got my way. After I got the "If it goes bad, its on you. And you're over due for a bad egg" speech from my Big Boss, Nick.

This woman is nothing short of high maintenance...

Today, she came in to sign her lease and she told me again the just wonderful things about me.
*Insert eye roll here*
I had no problems getting the all the stuff for her lease signed and squared away.
Thank GOD!

So, I'm more than ready at this point to go to lunch. That means my day is halfway over and that much closer to the weekend. Well, Aaron leave about half way through my lunch hour to go to Warrior Tasks and Battle Drills. This makes Lucy FREAK OUT. So, I thought I would take her outside to potty because I was leaving soon. Lucy BOLTED out the door, darted across the street, and around the other apartment building. I chase after her, spanked her butt - go ahead and call PETA, I SPANK MY DOG-  and picked her up to carry her home. I turned around *insert suspense creepy music here* to see Ms. Berry standing right there. Of course she commented on how cute Lucy was and asked if I was on lunch. I replied with a yes and she told me to enjoy it. I walk back to my apartment and close the door. Just as I opened my mouth to yell at Lucy to get in her bed for being bad... there was a knock at the door.

I look out the little peep hole and low and behold it's Ms. Berry's lover. (Mind you... This man looks like a rotten ghetto BUM). With a heavy sigh I opened to door. The man, mind you he's not on the lease) asked me if he could pull the truck up on the curb, drive on the grass to, and move Ms. Berry in.

*PAUSE*
NO ONE IS EVER ALLOWED TO DRIVE ONTO THE GRASS ON PROPERTY.
(Unless you're the carpet cleaning guy... Which, we own his company anyway)

*PLAY*
I reply with, "No sir. We do not allow anyone to do that regardless of the fact they may be moving in or out. That is an everyday policy for us. On top of that, we have our regional manager coming into town today and that REALLY won't fly."

"You mean to tell me that she pays $715 a month for rent and she cant even get close to her apartment to unload her things?! Washers and Dryers are damn heavy don't you know!"

"Well, sir. I gave her that price. She COULD be paying $50 more a month. On top of that she hasn't even payed for rent yet because I GAVE her the rest of the month for FREE."

"Well, that's just ridiculous!!"

*Insert angry Kellie slamming door here*

I look at the clock... It's time for me to go back to work. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I just spent the last TEN MINUTES chasing my stupid dog and to be bothered by a tenant who hadn't been a tenant for more than FIVE MINUTES?!

DO NOT COME NOT ON MY PERSONAL APARTMENT'S DOOR!

We are not friends of any sort. You've never done any favors for me. I've been busting my ass to get you into a lease and get what you wanted and you're going to ask for MORE and be ANGRY when I tell you that's against the rules?!

OH HELL NO!

Ramble/Outlet

So, with the bazillions of things going on right now,

I'm getting in a random break down/ shut down habit.

Poor Aaron.

Last night, I pretty much just shut down on him.

Completely.

Let me get a flow chart for you here to the best of my ability.

This whole DNA test thing?

It's almost like a virgin peeing on a stick.

Even though you know you're not preggo,

it still makes you nervous.

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Family.

I don't even know where to start.

Or if I even should on here.

What the hell is family to me anymore?

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This is where BIG decision making comes in.

If the test comes back positive...

What do I do?

What is the "right" thing to do?

Even though I'm 90% sure it won't come back positive...

It still makes me sweat.

WORK.

The first week of the next month is upon us.

That's known as hell week here at work.

Rent to deposit 

Rent to post.

Pay or quit letters to post on doors and send in the mail.

The beginning of a new lease count.

Back to ZERO.

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Corporate Office.

This goes back to yesterday's post.

The Fairy Tale of some sort?

Refer back to that.

It should cover what I'm getting at.

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Finances.

I could be pulling in a lot of money from my leases right now.

As a matter of fact, I would be seeing it on Friday's check.

Guess what?

Because of the dadgum files being "incorrect?"

I can't.

Don't get me wrong either.

We have money.

We ARE NOT struggling.

It just sucks when you've been putting off getting things you want

because you are supposed to be getting extra money

that isn't accounted for in a budget...

And then not getting it... for weeks on end.

Isn't that what bonuses are for?!

Using them for something that isn't a neccesity?

Hmm... like a grill?

(not for your teeth... you know... the thing you cook on? lol)

or a new XBOX with Kinnect?

or a nice shiny bad ass camera?

OR a pretty hefty down payment on a car?

Just saying...

That's the WHOLE reason why I work.

So we can use what I make to have FUN.

Maybe a little FUN would be a good solution to some of this.

Illness.

Self explanitory, right?

I'm losing sleep over all this anxiety.

Migranes.

Throwing up.

The works.

I need an Ativan.

End of Rant.

I apologize for my large bitching session.

It was much needed.

Recent Events, A Ring on a Finger, and Flutes

It's been one hell of a ride.

^ That I do know for sure.
I apologize for my lack of posting. Recent events in my life has kept me busy for the past week or so.
Soon enough (approximately a week) and it all should be over. Everything out in the open. With the answer given, there will be tears and dancing. It just depends which side of the fence you're on. I'd prefer to be on the side dancing, of course. It would make my next decision a hell of a lot easier, too. Again, I come to the fight of "right" and "wrong." I'm just going to procrastinate and say we'll cross that bridge when we get there.


A rags to riches story of some sort.

Once upon a time, there was a lowly leasing consultant. Her knight in shining armor pulled up in his blacked out beamer and swooped her off her feet. This knight just happened to be the "King" of the company's son. She did the swirly-eye-hypnosis-crap and now has a ring on her left ring finger... Now, she's moving up the ladder to the corporate office as the "Princess" and wreaking havoc on all the other lowly leasing consultants by giving them new file structures. This made all the leasing consultants - and their managers- very unhappy for they were up to their elbows in "incorrect" files and not being allowed to claim their bonuses until further notice.
But the leasing consultants had no fear, for the little yellow leasing agent (who was a bit of a bad ass in leasing) karate chopped the evil "Princess" in half. Never again did the leasing crew have to worry about incorrect files and claimed thousands of dollars in bonuses with no fear.
THE END.

Okay, so obviously the last paragraph didn't happen. I just like to imagine it that way as I wade through the 3 feet of files stacked up around my office.

Starting a Tradition

Sunday was mine and Aaron's one year wedding anniversary. :)

Our top teir of the cake I never got to taste, because it was too busy floating around in my left eye, was/is at home in Denham. It would have taken $150 in over night shipping plus dry ice to get it to us. So, Wal*Mart special "petite" cake decorated "fancy" would do us just fine. We ate cake and drank campaign from the flutes we had monogrammed for the wedding. I believe this is going to be a reaccuring thing for us. :)

Thanks again to everyone that made our quick wedding possible!

Family

I'm not doing a three part like I usually do.

I believe this subject is big enough is on it's own.

¹fam·i·ly noun \ˈfam-lē, ˈfa-mə-\ 1) a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head

That's the Webster definition of Family.

The book definition if you will.

What about the moral definition of the word?

An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship. 

~Spanish Proverb

OR

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. 

~Johann Schiller

Here's where my day started today:

I woke up at 4:40 when Aaron got up for PT. Normally, I go back to bed and sleep until I have to be up at 8. Today, I rolled over and grabbed my phone. What did I do with my phone? Checked Facebook, of course. I scrolled down my newsfeed with heavy eye-lids only for them to jerk open as wide as possible as I read the words:

  Jon Micah Tolar:  Thank you every one for being there for me. I have done things in my life i regret. Tomorrow i will not wake up. God please forgive me.

I freaked the hell out.

Jon Micah is my cousin and I've grown up with that boy. From cramming into my cozy coupe together, Denver Bronco games in New Orleans, kissing his stinky feet for "good luck" while trying to beat the Harry Potter Original Playstation game, to spending my senior trip with him and his family.

Him, his sister, and mother are the closest to me as far as most family goes.

(With a few other favorite cousins in between *cough*cough* Michael and Justin haha)

As my heart started to race, I quickly hit the home button and speed dialed my mother. I told her what it said.. I also told her I was going to call his sister and find out if she knew. Autumn answered and we talked.

To make a long story a bit shorter...

Games of phone tag started all around and finally we get an answer. Luckily, Micah's step mom had a friend that only lives a few minutes from him and checked up on him.

He's alive and well.

Somebody stole his phone and hacked into his Facebook and has been posting obscene things on not only Facebook, but craigslist as well. What a sick person!! They have no idea the pain they have put his family and friends through!

Like I said in my status...

Don't mess with my family.

My last name may have changed,

but I'm still a Zeigler.

(whether I like it or not)

After saying that, it transitions me into my next segment.

What I would do for my family.

Now back to the beginning of my post.

What is family?

Blood? Legal documents? Common heart?

This is where the line blurs for me.

(NOTE: If you are family reading this...

This DOES NOT leave this blog.)

(The only family that have access to this link

 are my favorite cousins)

(NONE of this to follow (family or not) should be relayed

-in ANY way shape or form-

 to my PARENTS or ANY other family members)

I've hated for so long, somebody who has never been around.

Somebody who has, from what I've heard, abandoned our family.

Somebody I have never been in contact with more than a glace from across the room.

Now?

They are deciding to walk into my life.

So, in attempt to not be hypocritical...

Treat this person with the same love and let the past be the past by the book definition?

Or play by the "moral" definition and just leave things the way they have been for 20 years or more?

Learn more

or

Go with what I know

And if you are reading this,

Don't take offense to my questioning. I wasn't prepared for this. This is something I was ambushed with as a young teen and this side of the fence is all I've ever known. Please pardon my unsure mind.

We'll talk soon.

Boo on life's sticky dilemmas we get put into.

Any one have any thoughts to put towards this?

Valentine's Day, Grammys, and Starved

Valentine's Day? Hmmm... I've honestly never been a fan of this day. It could be that I've never had a "valentine" until Aaron and I started dating. It could be that no matter how hard I try to pretend that Red and Pink don't clash... it still makes me want to hurl. Or it could also be that I find the GIANT ASS stuffed animals and chocolates to be sort of cliche. It could be any of those... or the added fact that I STINK at gift giving to a guy. More specifically, Aaron.
I must admit, I do like getting flowers. Which, I suppose, is also a cliche part of today. Aaron got me lovely spring time colored gurber daisies last Friday just because. Also, this morning I walked into the office to find single white roses on mine and Barb's desk from our maintenance men. I like the thought of being thought of. Or the thought of being important/loved enough to be thought of. Hmmm... maybe I like Valentine's Day a little bit after-all. But shouldn't this not be the only day to do nice things?

Grammys. One GIANT dissapointment on the award winners. Who the hell is Esparanza Whoever?! And why in the world did Arcade Fire win over Katy Perry?! (this could just be because I'm obsessed with her). The performances, however, were superb! Mumford and Sons, KP, Miranda Lambert, Lady A, B.O.B and Bruno, Eminem/Rhiahna/Dre... AH! There were just countless wonderful sounds to my ears.

It's onlt 10:40 and im starving out of my mind!!
6pm! HURRY!

New, Used, and Whatever Else I Decide

WARNING: The following content of this blog may be offensive. I, and Aaron, just call'em like I see 'em.

New? That would be all the stinking cool stuff we've gotten for the apartment here lately. It's a fresh change of scenery... and yes, we should be saving for a second car, but our place now feels like home. Which that seems to be vital to relaxation after us both working all day. I must admit, when we moved into the new and bigger apartment, it felt more like a temperary place than a home to me. Now we have an area rug down on the hardwood, a floor lamp, new Sony Bravia LED tv, new bedding, new pillows, and a bigger kennel for my turd faced dog. It helps. I don't feel so up-tight after a day at work when I get home. Don't judge me. :)

Use? That would be something that friends DON'T DO. Like "oh hey, I don't want to pay for a hotel... and even though we've been mad at you for not going somewhere when you're wife was sick, we would like to crash in your tiny one bedroom apartment." Then saying yes to one person turns into saying yes to three. And saying yes to one night turns into TWO for one person who drinks all the alcohol that they didn't chip in for...  and Listening to what us married people may or may not be up to in the middle of the night and trying to barge in our room to "use the bathroom" when really that means... never mind I'm not going there.
Or Something like "Hey give us a call this weekend and see what we're up to. We'll do something." And calling only to be ignored.
Or "Hey if you guys want to come over for the Superbowl let me know so I can buy things to cook and such" only to get no reply until THE DAY OF when we haven't prepared for guests, we took no reply as being brushed off again. That left us to say "No we weren't expecting guests and we aren't prepared and the house isn't clean and we made other plans" (I'm sorry, I don't put my life on hold for anyone.) Then somebody saying "Oh, then we are just going to ******'s to watch the game then." Just FYI that gives us the impression that you are only looking for a place to go where you don't have to spend money, which would be the reason you didn't join us at the hibachi place the night before. Which, by the way, meant that we had talked to you the night before giving you AMPLE time to give us a reply and for us to get our asses to wal*mart to feed you dudes.

I don't like drama, nor do we have time for it. Neither should you.
Don't mistake this as causing/encouraging drama either.
It's YOUR choice to read this. This is MY blog. This is MY way to rant/vent.
I'm at the point where I don't care who's feelings I step on because mine get stepped on too often.
And guess what I do?
I pick myself up and dust myself off like a big girl.

It's like my mother always told me, "We, in most cases, are always the better friends to people than they are to us. We are too nice for our own good."

Monday, Monday, and Stupid

The title doesn't have much to do with this post other than the fact that it's a typical Monday. Crappy.

It's not really that bad to be honest. I've been a bit busy.
I leased out my old one bedroom apartment to a Drill SGT from back home. We had "5 day" letters to send out and more deposits to be made, but other than that... It's been just a normal Monday.

My dog Lucy is such a turd!! She took a dump on the bathroom floor, where we keep her fenced in while we are gone, stepped in it... and got it EVERYWHERE. Luckily, sorry Aaron, I wasn't the first one home... Meaning I didn't clean it. But by the time I made it home for lunch I could hear her barking and crying all the way outside before getting to the door! She's driving me nuts. She needs to get out of this puppy stage really quick. God, I'm so glad we don't have kids right now. I'd pretty much want to die. Not to say that little Rodriguez's won't be running around at some point, but a long time from now (hopefully) is all.

I want the new Camaro... The Convertible that's coming out this spring. It's not practicle, I know. My mother has told me this MANY times, but we do need a second car... right? And my HHR serves as the bigger car, AKA (someday) mommy wagon... So, we need a HOT car, right?
Obviously I'm just trying to convince myself of this.

TWO WEEKS. Anyone know what is in two weeks?
Ummm that would be mine and Aaron's first wedding anniversary!!
I'm so pumped. I can't believe it's already been this long. :))

Alright. I have no idea what I'm cooking for dinner and I should probably get back to work.

Talk to me people.

Sick, Snow, Snow, and more snow

So, work today...

I have never done a cooprate deal. And guess what I've been working on today? Yeah, one of those. I can't understand these cheap labor construction guys, much less can I make them understand me. They want 6 apartments by tomorrow. It's not going to happen. Background checks need to be done. Leases need to be signed. Money needs to be given. Too bad. So sad. It's not my problem. I'm doing what I can.

To the man who thinks he can sue me for slipping on the ice,
Be a normal human being and SUCK IT UP. I've busted  my ass sevral times this weak and I'm the biggest pain weenie EVER. Grow a pair. It's not my problem that you aren't coordinated enough to stand on your own two damn feet. IT'S SNOWING. Deal with it like all the other 200 tenants that we have! Good luck finding a place you can afford and that accomadates all your petty needs such as personal snow shoveling services so you may carry your groceries in safety. If I have to work and show apartments in the snow, you can sure as hell carry your groceries two feet from your car to your door. The people I show apartments to have no complaints or concerns for their safety. Why do you??

So, Aaron's getting sick, as am I. Aaron didn't have a ride home for lunch and I'm working alone today... this also means my poor dog is stuck at home until I can get off work at 6 (If I'm lucky). Aaron will be gone to the hospital to at least get his sickness taken care of. I still have the old apartment to clean up before tomorrow when I have to turn in my keys. We still need things from wal*mart and neither of us are capable of driving on black iced over roads without resulting in a wreck. I've drank a half a pot of coffee by myself in attepmt to warm myself this morning, which was a FAIL. And as Josh Bagwell would say, FTS. That's what my montra is today for work.

FTS

I've got deposits pouring out of my ears and also posting them to tenant's ledgers, which is tedious work. I obviously can't concentrate... Which is why I'm on here. I'm on my lunch. I REFUSE to work through my lunch... however, I just did. Another apartment shown in the snow. WTF.

Showing in the snow, moving in the snow, and I hate snow.

SNBS:
Skip again today. I haven't been on anything at all. Work is a hot mess today!

So, there might as well be a foot of snow out... I can step in some places and sink to my knees. And some how...There have been SO MANY WALK-INS TODAY. WHY?! Don't people know when it snows that you're supposed to stay inside and HIDE?! I literally have shown 5 apartments since I came in at 11. We never have this many walk-ins on a normal day! I can say however I already have 4 leases and Barb has 3. That much closer to the magic number.

I'm normally a GREAT planner... This time? Not so much. Aaron and I are moving to a 2 bed/2 bath falt apartment with hard wood... Great right?! HELL YEA! We are so excited to finally have more room. However, we are having to move in the snow. All because I have to get my 1 bedroom back on the market fast because my regional wants it gone... No complaints here, but I'm sure my husband and our neighbors helping us move sure do!

Alright, just know in general how much I hate snow. My body is aching. I have another sinus infection. HURRY UP AND MELT!!!


I'm off work early.
Peace out!

Hope everyone is safe and warm.