Lording It Over The Landlord: Tenants From The Fiery Depths Of Perth
It was the bleakest day of my childhood years — watching them take away the trees. My father had lovingly planted one tree along our home’s front gate for each of his children; that added up to the four stately trees that my sisters and I played around as kids, the same four towering trees that friends, relatives, and neighbors used as landmarks to find their way to our home. Our garden also had countless potted palms and perennials, lush green grass covering the ground, and a motley assortment of other plants that purified or perfumed the air, prettified our surroundings, and provided years of delight and peace of mind that can only come from having a well-tended garden.
Alas, my father passed away, and tending the garden was left to our young shoulders. But no matter how we tried, we couldn’t make it flourish the way it did under our father’s careful ministrations, and so we watched the garden die a slow death until our mother proposed putting the space to good use instead of letting it completely go to ruin. Her suggestion was to tear the garden down and convert it into commercial rental spaces. That way, she reasoned, we won’t be spending money on the upkeep of a large (albeit dying) garden, and we’d be making money besides.
And so my sisters and I agreed to the project, and work was soon under way. Before we knew it, we had three modestly sized commercial rental spaces built in front of our house. Foot traffic in our neighborhood was decent, thanks to small shops and cafes, so we could expect to earn good rental income from them to augment our existing finances. It was an exciting new stage in our life, despite the loss of the beloved garden, and we looked forward to discovering the types of tenants that would be interested in our space.
We found out soon enough, though, that there were tenants, and then there were tenants that could only be the spawn of some monarch of the underworld, as no human beings could possibly be so difficult to communicate and work with as the creatures who chose to set up shop in our rental spaces.
One tenant left trails of destruction in his wake, wherever he headed. He promptly began transforming the space to suit his design preferences and vision for his business, without regard for the poor quality of the work that the contractors he hired did on the property, creating costly damages.
Another tenant was unfailingly friendly and polite as we were discussing rental policies and ground rules, but the minute he was handed the key, the diplomacy stopped. He would not take a minute to speak to us about anything, and he proceeded to miss every payment due date for the rent and the utilities, creating problems between us and the companies that provided important services to our rental properties.
And still another tenant came who seemed affable enough and was prompt with his payments, but demanded too much of our time and attention with his enquiries, requests for permission to make certain modifications to the space, and all other manners of leave taking to get his little venture up and running in the commercial space.
Managing the commercial rental spaces proved to be too tedious for my sisters and I, as we all had our own jobs and families to look after. We should have thought early on to secure the services of property management specialists, such as those from Perth Commercial Property (http://www.perthcommercialproperty.com.au/commercial-property-management/), so that we would have been saved from the trouble of collecting rent, managing property repairs and maintenance, calculating and enforcing rental increases, issuing rental default notices, and preparing year-end statements necessary for tax preparation purposes. Think of all the headaches and heartaches we could have skipped!
The rental spaces are currently vacant and we’re looking for new tenants. But we’ve got Anti-Spawn of Satan measures down pat — thanks to property management specialists. Let’s see how they’ll fare the minute they drive a nail where they shouldn’t, or rip out a wall, or even think about missing their payment.