Seriously! While I lick my wounded ego and deal with self examination, I got a text message from one of my former co-workers. I was enjoying a romp with Stick Dog at Dog Park this morning when my phone gives me the text jingle. Expecting it would be the Girl, I opened it up to a number, but one I recognized as the leasing agent's number. I had deleted all my work contacts. It just wasn't necessary to keep them. I don't plan to call them.
The moment of decision is a short one, for me. I clicked "read now" and read the message. It went like this, "Hope you are doing okay, did you do an inspection at Lakeridge". Really, not one word like, sorry to bother you, pardon my asking, I apologize for disturbing you..." asking for information about work. I don't work with you or for you, so no, I will not answer your question. I didn't even bother to text her back. How rude!
So the day goes on, and late in the afternoon my phone rings. It's the one who terminated me! I momentarily struggled with answering it, but gave it another thought and left it alone. I knew there wouldn't be any concern for my personal well being. When it went to voice mail, I listened to the message. Same thing! Not one word of "excuse me for calling, I apologize for disturbing you, ..." just words to the same message of the text. My thoughts are still, I don't work for you or with you. I would have answered their questions had the circumstances been different, but being what they are, if they can't find the paperwork in the correct folder, then they can re-do the stinking inspection. They shouldn't have terminated me because now someone has to do MY job. The position that was eliminated. Darn, and all they have to do is look in the folder listed as Completed Inspections.
My thoughts are, they have a tenant for the property and are ready to have them sign the lease, can't find the inspection that needs to be signed by the new tenants, and will have to bust their butts to get another one done. I believe they will do a very simplified one, based on the pictures I did as a move out inspection, but all they had to do is look in the correct folder...
Oh, and what its worth, the pager did go off all weekend. That was a song to my ears!
Sometimes, "What goes around, comes around!" is just a beautiful statement. :)
ReplyDeleteThat is ridiculous. It's ridonkulous. I wouldn't have answered, written back, or called back either. Puh-lease.
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