Management is doing a 'bank inspection' of the property today. Apparently whatever bank has the mortgage on the complex wants to make sure its still there. I have no idea what they look at (or for) when they do these inspections but I made sure I put my dirty underwear in the clothes hamper.
I hope Lucky doesn't freak out when they come. He still gets stressed and nervous at every little thing and I've been leaving a radio on when I go to work recently in hopes the music makes him feel better. He seems to get separation anxiety easily.
If I get home from work tonight and there is no food in the refrigerator I'll know the inspectors helped themselves to free lunch. I just bought a box of Little Debbie Christmas Tree cakes and put them in there (the cakes are better cold) so I'll be disappointed if they are gone before I can eat 'em.
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| I hope my neighbors leave their dirty underwear on the floor during this inspection... then I'll look like a cleaner tenant. |