So, after an interesting meeting this morning with my friend J.F. Rathe, I had to meet my new tenant at my Young St. property to let him in and collect his first month's rent. I had not been in the unit yet since the former tenant FINALLY moved out (thrown out). I was expecting a mess, of course. He left very reluctantly. But, of course, my keys didn't work.
I went to see the other tenant on the third floor, and asked him if I could try to access his neighbour's unit from the fire-escape, hoping he had not latched the window closed. No luck. So, in true Dan Mulroy fashion, I jumped out the 3rd-story window.
Seriously.
Actually, I decided to exit the front window of the 3rd floor unit, and, hanging from the roof overhang, I climbed my way along the building to the window of the locked unit. Taking care not to plummet to my death, I slid the window open and threw my legs in the window. Then I released myself and fell nicely inside the locked unit.
Victory! (Sort-of).
Attached below is a series of photos I snapped showing the state of the unit after this nightmare finally left. Compare these to photos I posted in the past of when I freshly renovated the whole unit! How I love this business:
It would seem I have a bit of work to do.
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