There are many jobs I would never have. However, right now, I cannot imagine being the community manager. I imagine sitting in the office going through emails and letters written by busy bodies and tattle tales. The job would be beyond frustrating.
Fast forward to yesterday. We are having a pretty bad day. Caedan is sick, mail issues, Panera won't carry the Nutty Chocolate Chipper cookie anymore, and drumroll please.... HOA letter! Oh those are the best! Here is what ours says:
Friendly Reminder (sure)
It has come to our attention the following condition exists at (address): clean bird droppings off of front bay window, your back yard grass is in need of mowing, and remove your recycling bin from the front of your house.
Our apologies, if this was a temporary condition or if it has been corrected.
I would say all those things are pretty temporary. I think you also missed calling us out on our missing shutter.
For what it is worth, the grass was bad, I fully admit it. However, we had cut it. But I am going to rethink cutting the grass, since it attracts neighbors with full bladders. The bird poop - I mean really? I didn't even notice. I literally read the letter and went outside to look. It probably happened the day before and it is a little bit. I mean if we want to nit pick - I can think of much greater issues in our neighborhood.
That brings me to the recycle bin. Fine, we kept our recycle bin on our steps two days extra. Should that really call for a notice? Really? It had been raining and we have to store them in the house, since we have no garage. Who wants a wet nasty recycle bin in their house? Maybe I should bring it over to the anonymous tipster's house for storage. Do you think I can claim that I am trying to raise recycling awareness and keep the bin on my front doorstep permanently? I can't believe I pay to get hassled for little things.
I wonder if I can get my pool pass taken away...that would be a shame.
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