I’m Ticked Off

Ok, so I’m a little ticked off. I’m ticked off at myself for not acting a little more ticked off with the person whom I’m ticked off at, and I’m ticked off that I’m having to deal with this whole situation. Follow?

Ok, so a week ago, my wife got several calls while she was at work from our apartment manager. The manager, we’ll call her Marge, was calling to let us know that she hadn’t received our rent and that we were going to have to pay a late fee. My wife, pretty sure that I paid the rent on time, told Marge that I had dropped the check off in her box like normal the day it was due. After telling Marge that, she called me to confirm that I had, in fact, paid. And I had. So, a little later, Marge called my wife back and said that she could not find the check but she would wave the late fee if we gave her a new check that evening. How big of her.

That evening with my check book register in hand I went to Marge’s apartment and showed her that I had written a check and turned it in on time. Marge gave some lame story about the procedure she goes through every month with our rent checks and basically implied that she was not at fault in any way. In fact, as we were walking away from paying her, for a second time, she had the nerve to say something along the lines of “you probably just misplaced it.” Oh, I was so mad. But, I held my tongue and gave her the benefit of the doubt even though, I knew it was her fault.

Not fully believing that my first check was lost forever, I kept close tabs of my account, checking it daily to see if the check had been cashed. One day, sure enough, the first check was cashed. Fortunately, there was no doubt as to who cashed it. Stamped plainly on the back of the check was our apartment’s name. Armed with this information I marched over to Marge to give her a piece of my mind. Basically, what happened was, I stood there while she gave me the same story about her “flawless” procedure. She said she had no idea how it could have gotten through her to the apartment owners without her knowing. And yet again, even though all evidence pointed to her, she would not admit to any possible mistake on her part.

At that point I thought it was over and expected to receive my second check back with an apology; but, neither of those came, and tonight while I was checking my bank statement online I noticed that the second check had been cashed, also by the apartment. I was furious. I printed off a copy of the cashed check, and started to march over to Marge’s apartment, but once I was halfway there I thought to myself, I should write a note and just put it in her box so that I don’t have to talk to her. So I went back to my apartment, but once there I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. I tend to be a little harsher with the written word. Once again I began my 100 yard walk to Marge’s apartment with proof that she had made a mistake not once, but twice. However, once I got there nothing had changed. She didn’t admit to any wrong doing, nor did she apologize. She just said that if they don’t get the money back to me then I wont have to pay rent next month. Well duh? I couldn’t believe it. She was acting like she was granting me a favor by giving me the option to not pay rent next month if I don’t get my money back. What is wrong with this woman? Can she not apologize? That’s all I want. I want her to apologize and admit that she screwed up; but, I don’t think it’s going to happen because once again she told me about her precious procedure and how she doesn’t understand how this could happen because it’s “never” happened before. I should have told her that it was clearly her mistake, and demanded a discount on top of my money back, but I didn’t. I accepted her lame concession and came back to write this post. And, that’s why I’m ticked off.

Published by Brian

Christian, husband, father, Pepperdine alum, marketing account manager and more. Passionate about music, movies, religion, communication, nonprofits and the Lakers.

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