Day started out fine and went downhill. Gave indoorsie cat some Vienna sausage juice and he promptly threw up all over my living room rug. Then he got so upset he pooped on the other side of the living room. Sigh. I should know better.
Then I delivered the annual rent raise to my tenants. Took all of 30 seconds from mailbox to phone before the mom was on voicing her displeasure. Thank goodness I waited until the son from Los Angeles was gone or it would have been him at my door screaming at me. That happened a few years back and never again will I go through that. As it was she wanted to know if the other house next door was getting the same rate. I assured her he was. Really not her business, but I figured it might make her feel better.
I hate giving increases, but I had to explain the increases in taxes, insurance, utilities, etc. to her. Felt bad but no other way to keep going. I'm not even making a profit. Even with the increase, they are paying about 400 under the going rate for this area. I'll never get rich this way.
Still, I feel bad every time I have to do this. I'll either have to go broke or grown a tougher skin.