Across the way, beyond the swimming pool and on the other side, is a misshapen tree. I noticed it a few days ago and wondered what that was about. Well yesterday I found out.
I happened to talk to a male resident who has lived here about 17 years. He is a designer and has probably fixed his apartment up even more than I have. He’s even had the wiring redone.
He told me what the story with the odd looking tree is all about.
He recently talked to the manager who used to work here, but went to manage another of the current owner’s properties, and she told him the story. She has quit her job, by the way.
He said the owner of this property, who came to Tulsa about three months ago and bought up seven different complexes, is broke.
So broke that the tree removers that were here for weeks with their big machinery stopped taking down the tree as soon as they learned they were not going to be paid.
The branches on one side of the tree have been cut off and the branches on the other side remain. As though in silent testament to people who over-extend themselves financially and can only get things halfway done.
Sometimes I wonder if this place is cursed. Just when we think good things are going to happen, it doesn’t.
So the resident named Julian told me: “You can move your patio furniture back. They aren’t going to be coming to work on the walls of your apartment.” Which is actually two walls, because I live on the end.
They aren’t going to be doing any of the things they promised us, he said.
Three months in, and the owner, who I think lives in Miami, goes broke.
So once again we residents could be on our own.
If he can’t pay the manager at another property, seems that might happen here as well. And the manager and maintenance man are certainly not going to work for free. They couldn’t afford to.
Perhaps this is why the manager’s nearly new car disappeared a few weeks ago. I asked him what happened to his car and he was quite evasive. Maybe his commissions aren’t being paid either. I would think that’s highly likely.
Remember when we went several weeks with no management or maintenance whatsoever and residents ended up calling the fire department over apartment flooding, etc?
Because they had no one else to call. Well, I suppose that could happen again.
I guess that should have been a foreshadowing of what was to come.
Which is why I’m glad that I had a window air conditioner put in my bedroom window. It’s small but I could stay in that room if I had to. Thanks to my son-in-law, whose birthday happens to be today, for installing that for me a few summers ago.
And I ordered that wonderful electric fireplace, so if the heat goes out, I have that. I got a new refrigerator, a very simple one, but I love it. I won’t need to depend on them for that. And I’ve replaced other things as well.
I don’t use or have a stove, so I won’t be needing that from them. And I don’t use the garbage disposal.
They did give me a new dishwasher a few weeks ago, so maybe there’s a story there I don’t yet know.
In other words, I have tried to make myself as independent of management as I can be. Because I’ve learned over the six years I’ve lived here that you need to take care of yourself when possible.
Now I don’t know how bad things are. Whether they will lose the properties or not. Maybe they will find the funding they need to move forward. News will probably filter through the grapevine and Julian will tell me.
And when that happens and I hear anything, I’ll let you know.
For now every time I look out the front I will see that poor tree and remember that this could, I suppose, happen anywhere.
And that I am wise to be as independent of these folks as I can possibly be.