Saturday, November 17, 2012

Second Chance: November 17

FYI: I'm behind and missed a day, there is no post for November 16.

The story starts here.


Karin returned to her office and brought in the mail. She flipped through the stack on her way to the kitchen. She brewed a fresh hot pot of coffee, not because she was tired or needed caffeine, but because it was her comfort drink. A warm cup of coffee with lots of cream and sugar was just what she needed to settle her nerves. She opened a few envelopes at the table while she waited for it to brew. She flipped through the remaining ones hoping to see an envelope from Mindy Vasper in the pile, but there wasn’t one.

She carried her coffee back to the front office and unlocked the drop box she offered at the front door for renters to drop off their rent, saving them postage and allowing them to pay at the last minute without penalty. Her rule was that as long as it was in her box by midnight, it was still on time; but a check dropped in the mail box on its due date would not make it on time. Karin hoped to find an envelope here from Mindy, but after opening and processing all of the paperwork that had come in, she still did not have any rent from that apartment.

Karin opened Mindy’s file and called the number that she had listed for her. The automated voice on the other end of the line told her that the number had been disconnected. She double checked to see if she had an alternative number to try, but there wasn’t one. Karin would have to file the documents with the court first thing Monday morning to continue the eviction process, but first she would go to the apartment to see if Mindy had moved out on her own. The disconnected phone line gave her hope that the unit would be empty when she arrived. It saved both her and the property owners a lot of time and money if tenant’s who failed to pay their rent would move out on their own rather than waiting for the legal eviction process to be completed and the sheriff’s department to force them out. Evictions were a costly and annoying part of Karin’s occupation, not to mention bad for her business.

Every day that Karin was unable to collect rent on a unit counted against her vacancy/non-payment rate. She’d taken a class titled Statistical Process Control at the local community college, where she had learned the methods of evaluating a process using statistics to find the most efficient, productive and profitable procedures. These methods were used by automakers, hospitals, and other corporations around the world to make the most efficient use of their resources. Karin had applied these methods to evaluate and alter the methods by which she processed incoming applications, filed paperwork, and handled rental payments. A few simple changes implemented consistently over the course of a few months had allowed her to see immediate improvement, but the most impressive numbers came a year later when she was able to prove that her new methods had lowered the vacancy rate significantly. Clients who had experienced rates of vacancy and non-payment as high as forty percent on some of their units were seeing rates of less than ten percent on every unit across the board, and Anderson Properties showed an average rate of less than five percent over the entire company for the year.

These numbers allowed her to offer clients a guarantee that they would receive rent for at least ninety percent of the days that their units were under her care. This also allowed her to make an increasingly accurate budget for her company, as she was able to count on consistent income, and gradually work towards using the same methods to control her expenses. But, every day that even one person didn’t pay threatened those numbers that she’d worked so hard to obtain, and she had just used her excellent stats to write an impressive proposal that she submitted to the Piermont Group promising the same guaranteed rates for their complex. 

One eviction could take months of time and mountains of paperwork, but if that person were to move out voluntarily, she could have the place spruced up and rented again in a matter of days, or even hours in the best of cases. Even with everything else that was on her mind, dealing with Mindy Vasper had to be at the top of the list.

“Knock-knock,” Michelle said as she peeked in the front door. “I thought for sure you’d have your closed sign posted on the door already.”

“I’ve been out all day. I figured I better be open while I’m sitting right here in the window where every tenant who drives by can see me.” Karin said.

“Do you experience a lot of tenant drive bys? Do you think they are watching you?” Karin smiled at Michelle’s teasing.

“No, I’m sure they couldn’t care less about when I work or don’t work as long as I answer my cell when they call and want something fixed.” Karin said. “But, there is one tenant that I was hoping would stop by with some money.”

“Well, I’m sure they won’t mind if you turn off all the lights, post your closed sign and went out for a drink.” Michelle said.

“You’re probably right.” Karin said and then she closed the file she’d been working on and did just what Michelle had suggested. Michelle shared all the latest salon gossip as they walked down the street to Finnegan’s.

"Mrs. Bennett’s funeral was today,” Karin said after they’d sat down and ordered a round of drinks. “I listen to people’s sob stories all the time – why they are being evicted from their current place, but think I should disregard all that and rent one of my places to them anyway, or why they can’t pay their rent and think I should take a loss and give them a break on the rent – getting people’s emotional baggage dumped on me is half of my job description, and usually I just let it roll right off, but today, I just can’t seem to shake it.” Karin stopped talking as their drinks arrived.

“Today, it’s just weighing me down. All of the grief and drama in that family… it’s just monumental,” Karin said.

“I thought you said her kids were great,” Michelle offered. “Maybe it’s just that they are hit hard by losing their mother.”

“They are,” Karin answered. “and they miss their mother something awful. That’s the monumental grief. But, the grandkids are all drama.”

“Are they still planning to sell all of her property?” Michelle asked.

“They listed the Lakeshore Drive house, but they are going to keep renting out the rest of the properties.”

“Are you going to be managing them?”

“Yeah. Troy returned the signed contract today and he is working on collecting all of the paperwork for each unit. I’ll start creating files for each unit tomorrow and then send out an introduction letter as soon as I have all the documents. I have no idea how Mrs. Bennett did her paperwork, and Troy doesn’t seem too sure about where all the papers even are.”

“It’s great that you are getting a new client. Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting?”

“Yes, yes it is,” Karin said and finished the last of her drink. She slammed the empty glass down on the table and said, “especially since I’m going to have never-ending medical bills to pay.”
Michelle did not say anything, but wrinkled her forehead in confusion.

“After the funeral,” Karin began slowly. “I went to the hospital to talk with the billing and accounting department about Virginia’s bill.”

“Oh,” Michelle said, suddenly understanding.

“She did wake up today, which is good, but there is significant brain damage. I don’t really know if it’s due to smoke inhalation like the doctor implied or if it’s from years of drug and alcohol abuse.” Karin waved to the waitress and before she could get to their table, Michelle held up two fingers and spun her hand in a circle around the table indicating another round. The waitress nodded and Karin continued.

“It’s probably a combination,” she said.

“So, what are they going to do?”

“Well, ironically, the rest of her body isn’t in too bad o’ shape, so she doesn’t need to stay at the hospital, but she can’t live on her own… not that she has a home to go to anyway.” Karin said.

“So, like a nursing home?”

“Yeah, something like that. I need to do some research and figure out what her social security disability benefits will cover,” Karin said and then she sort of laughed. “See, that part is ironic to me too; all these years that she spent convincing the government that she was disabled and now she actually is.”

Michelle had no words of comfort to offer her friend.

Find out what happens next here.

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