Courtney's World - the final chapter

I have sad news for you.  Courtney moved out on Saturday.  But in true form, she moved out without telling us.  Diego arrived at the building to work on the apartment next door and there was a big ol' UHaul sitting in the driveway.  Courtney's husband was busy loading the truck and Courtney was just wandering around. 
When asked, she told Diego they'd found another place to live that would take her dogs. 

When I arrived I went to talk to her.  She got really testy with me and said they were moving because I suddenly wouldn't let her have two big dogs and that there was mold in the bathroom that was making her sick.  She then went on a little rant that she had reported the mold and that Jana hadn't done anything about it. 

Let me tell you all right now - mold is a serious accusation, and both Jana and we take it very seriously.  She never reported any mold issues.  Further I checked her apartment that very afternoon.  Two guesses what I found and the first one doesn't count.  Ding.Ding. Ding.  You're right!  No mold. Anywhere. 

I have mixed feelings about Courtney leaving. 
I'm offended that they left with no notice (after she begged stay as long as they only kept one dog).
I'm relieved that she's gone and we won't have to deal with her anymore.
I'm richer now that she won't be plugging the drains every month.
I'm sad that I won't have anymore great Courtney-stories to share.

 

Midnight Moveout

That's what our property manager calls it.  Someone who moves out with no notice and doesn't tell anyone they're moving.  It happened to us again today.  Actually we kind of expected it since I'd talked with her last week, but really - not a word?  Don't return the keys?  Leave the lights on?  I dropped by the apartment today to touch base with one of the other tenants and discovered the moveout. 
And the key that I have to that apartment doesn't work, so now we either break into the apartment or have a $51 locksmith bill.  I have no idea what we'll find when we finally get in. The saddest part is that she was my favorite tenant and we tried really hard to take care of her!  Darn it.

Last time this happened we didn't realize that we needed to call the gas company and make sure the account was changed back to our name.  That was June.  When we had the furnaces checked for the winter season, we found the meter had been booted for lack of payment by the Midnight Moveout Tenant.  That meant we had to pay a turn-on charge to have the gas guy come out.  This time I'll call both gas and electric tomorrow just to ensure it gets changed. 

Then, tonight found that one of our new tenants have two 40 pound black dogs.  We've only recently relented and allowed small dogs.  But our concession was for one dog per apartment and no larger than 10 pounds.  It just doesn't seem to matter what you allow, people always want more.