make it or break it!

Burnout is an inevitability when managing apartments, or when it comes down to it, any job actually.

I’m having serious issues with it lately. I haven’t had a genuine vacation of significant time off since June and before that it was years without time off.

It can be impossible sometimes just to get up and put on the face. Little problems can become insurmountable. People avoidance becomes the main goal of existence. I’m very disjointed and somewhat disorganized…ok feeling particularly lazy! My goal for the new year is to become a good manager again…at least feel like I have the job back in control again. Kind of a personal 12 step program of my own.

Today was nice. No calls or emergencies, no knocks at the door. Linda one of my good “Witches” called me on a minor problem but we have a good relationship. In fact we went to dinner with her and I have even a better appreciation for her character and intelligence.

Maybe that’s the key? Take everyone out to dinner and really see and understand what makes them tick! It will either make it or break it. In the mean time I’ll be in the work avoidance mode till the 1st of January when push will come to shove and I’ll either make it or break it!

A Lightbulb Story…

What is it with guys who can’t change a light bulb? As I think to myself while making a B-line to the 2nd floor exit door. Crash! as I reach for the door a resident pushes through from the other side. To think that less than five minutes earlier I had been snuggled under a blanket and a 40 watt bulb taking in a good read of Charles Dickens “Bleak House!”

You will think this curious, but as the stars and whirling subsided I was filled with a power in my heart and soul; a power like I had never experienced before in my life…the power of the spoken word! GadZooks! I was Godsmacked like the Dickens…or by the Dickens!

“Good day sir” I proclaimed to the startled resident. He appeared quite vexed and somewhat wary of my character. With a brash tilt of his head and slight squint of the eye he spoke…Are you injured dear Sir? With an abbreviated curtsy, “I’m quite alright my fine Sir, but in a bit of a tizzy and as I must move on…good day.

Going out the door, something had changed from that bump on the noggin…Not too sure what was happening to me. As I hurriedly transported from my primary building to secondary next door I witnessed a great many horseless carriages moving too and fro and I pondered…These conveyances have become so popular almost overnight.

Feigning to even care of their challenged luminescence I diligently proceed with my task at hand, but in my mind I pity the helpless half wit for his lack of balls to expedite the matter himself.

One day I will be rendered stark and senseless over the Gaul of these chosen ones wanting of my services on the blessed sabbath.

Lights out…