I currently find myself in a rather awkward situation and was hoping you could give me a few words of advice. I run an apartment complex in Anaheim with nine studio units for rent. I cater mostly to international clientele but have a wide range of ages within that group.
Early last year a long-time tenant, Juan, was forced rather suddenly to move out of the country for work. Because he was unable to give sufficient notice, we had to find a replacement as quickly as possible. Our gardener, Tony, said he knew a guy whoâ€™d be great for the open room. Iâ€™m usually thorough in my background checks for prospective tenants, but given the time-crunch and Tonyâ€™s high praise, I went with it.
This guyâ€”letâ€™s call him Fernonâ€”seemed nice enough. The four-year lease was probably a bit much, but I was in a tight spot after our other potential lessees moved elsewhere.
Oh, how I wish I hadnâ€™t agreed to that deal.
Fernon has been an absolute disaster. I spent an otherworldly amount of money to get the apartment up to his specifications, and now he rarely even shows up. Last year Fernon managed to have the worst on-site percentage of any full-time tenant in the outer flats since 1904. 1904! He just doesnâ€™t contribute around here.
He keeps promising to be better and telling me to not be â€śstressedâ€ť about it, but itâ€™s just not happening. A few months ago I got so fed up with Fernon that I put Tony on permanent trash duty for recommending him.
To make matters worse, I have the perfect replacement and nowhere to put him. Pete in apartment 8 had a young lad from Arkansas named Mike sub-let his place for a few weeks in July. Mike expressed incredible interest in Fernonâ€™s place but my hands are tied! Heâ€™s back in Arkansas for the time beingâ€”waiting for an openingâ€”but he wonâ€™t hold out forever.