Drinking with your employees is always a tough situation. I prefer not to just because if you get too drunk you may say something that gets spread around to the other employees and your stance of being the “Boss” suddenly loses weight.
One of my employees, Kelly, has some emotional problems. She is on several different medications which, according to the rumor mill, are from several different doctors. Kelly takes sleeping pills, anti-depressant pills, mood stabilizing pills and who knows what else, those are only the ones she has told us about. It sort of sucks too, having an employee share all their personal medical issues with you because it gives them that protection from being terminated because it could come back to the company as discrimination, at least that’s what my boss told me.
Kelly is a really fun gal outside of work but I have to say, she’s one of the worst employees I’ve had to deal with in my 10 years in the business. She shows up late, dressed looking like she pulled her work clothes out of the bottom of a laundry basket with wrinkles and faded colors because she doesn’t understand the importance of separating the darks from the lights. Kelly is also notorious for showing up with absolutely no make-up on; which, in some industries doesn’t matter, but in property management, it is a must. She tans but her face doesn’t evenly tan and is very blotchy. I don’t want to be catty but it’s one of those situations that you know if she put herself together with some thought, she might actually close some deals.
When I started at this property back in April, Kelly had been there about 2 weeks and her transfer was the result of a demotion from another property so her attitude was really bad. She complained to us all about the demotion and said she felt like our company had done her wrong since she had put in so much time with the company and she was owed something more. The fact of the matter is, she doesn’t follow through and can’t complete a task if her life (or job) depended on it. It’s frustrating as a supervisor to have a team member that tells you they will complete a task with such conviction only to find out they never did it, and to beat, you find out on their day off so you can’t even get mad or talk to them about it when you’re dealing with their fuck up.
On more than one occasion, Kelly has showed up more than 2-hours late because she took too many sleeping pills the night before and when it happens I have to write her up. She doesn’t get written up for not completing tasks, or for doing the complete worst thing, moving someone in with no money, no lease and no renters insurance; which happened three weeks ago but showing up that late warrants a write up. Of course, she blamed the resident for “rushing” her and I just had to roll my eyes because it’s not the resident job to know the steps of a move-in, but the employee’s job. She is notoriously the Victim.
The property Kelly was at before The 6 was down the street and her roommate was promoted into her position when Kelly was demoted. It was a tough blow for Kelly. She said her relationship with her roommate suffered and she told us there was tension after the demotion between them. I never met the roommate but I did notice she called Kelly as soon as the clock hit 6 o’clock and we were supposed to close the office. They would have a conversation about what to make for dinner and it sounded like they were very close; it seemed very co-dependent. I just thought they had become close because Kelly had moved in with her roommate after finding out her boyfriend was cheating on her with her childhood friend, who later we found out was a meth-head. Sounds like you got the better side of that deal, Kelly.
A few times, Kelly mentioned the relationship she just got out of but never went into to much detail of who it was. When I would try to clarify if it was the guy who ditched her for a meth head or someone else she said it was someone else. I tried to ask more questions, which is something I’m not very good at because, 1) I don’t care and 2) don’t like to pry. I’m an open book, I’ll tell you whether you ask or not and if someone doesn’t want to tell me their life story I’m not going to pry and get them to break down. The one time I did try to “pry” and find out who Kelly’s last relationship was with she was acting odd about the person and it gave me the feeling the person may be female rather than male. I asked who she was with and she said it didn’t matter so I asked if it was a boy or a girl and she got all shifty. She told me to use my imagination and she wasn’t going to say one way or another. Ok got it, you have an ex-girlfriend. No need to get squeamish, it’s ok to be gay. I guess in this area it’s not as widely accepted as it is in other places but I’ve never had any issues with people who are attracted to those of the same gender, not my business.
Despite the assumptions that Kelly had about me hating her, I don’t. I actually really enjoy her when she’s not losing her shit or dropping balls all over the office at the property. A few weeks ago my husband and I were hosting a group of people to our house to watch Game of Thrones and she over heard. I didn’t want to not invite her, so I extended an invitation for her to join us. Well, as luck has it, no one BUT HER showed up. It was pretty awkward. My husband and I had made empanadas with yuca and we were in love with them. We had each had two and were waiting for Kelly to arrive at our house. She showed up almost 45 minutes after the tv show had started. I guess I should have expected it because she was late to work regularly. We told her we would wait for her but she was incredibly late so we were a little annoyed when she finally did show up. I offered her an empanada and she helped herself to four. It was like she hadn’t eaten in days. I felt sort of bad for her because it sounded like she had a tough day at the leasing office but I made it very clear I was not interested in hearing about it because it was my day off. She told me everything anyway. Awkward and annoying.
This last week the same thing happened. I was talking about our dinner plans and Kelly over heard. I felt like I had to invite her. She said she was going to stay at work because her roommate and her were not getting along. Supposedly, the roommate had reserved a one-bedroom unit and was forcing Kelly to move out and get her own place. It caused a lot of distress for her and she showed her feelings at work regularly. She requested to be allowed to move to the property we work at for a discount but the owner did not approved it so she was stuck without a place to live and time was running out. She complained about it all the time, telling us she needed to look for another job because this one didn’t pay enough and would be looking for jobs on the work computer during the day. Mind you, I sit behind her and can see everything she is doing so this just wasn’t bright. I called her out once but she obviously didn’t care because last week she was doing it again.
The most recent time I found her looking for jobs on the computer I called her out and then told her to “not be poopy”. Since we’ve been a little closer I just tell her things like that. When she deliberately disobeys me I tell her I am going to spank her. We have a good laugh and it helps me get over myself faster so we can all just get along. Sounds a little sexual, hopefully she won’t sue me for sexual harassment. I’m hoping that this is the way to get her to follow instruction but there is really no way to tell since she’s so off and on with her medication.
Yesterday I had planned to have cocktails with my old assistant who had been promoted to a manager job at another property and I wanted to treat her so we met up. I made the mistake of mentioning in front of Kelly and she asked if she could join. Luckily, my old assistant was gone by the time Kelly arrived. My sweet husband came at the same time and I was two drinks plus one tequila shot down. I was having a great time; the bar was full and everyone was having fun. In the few minutes I was waiting for Kelly and my husband to arrive, I was treated to a free drink by a man standing next to me ordering for his family. It was great. I wish I could spend more time at the bar and my life not fall apart because it’s always a good time.
Kelly and I were talking about how similar we are, which we aren’t, but we were talking about it. I guess you could say our emotional issues are similar but not me now, me 10 years ago. Kelly is two years my senior so it’s a little sad she’s still melting down and popping pills but whatever. She told me how her roommate and her had talked a few nights before and it was a real heart to heart. The roommate had told her she feels bad for what happened with them and that she missed Kelly. It sounds like they haven’t been hanging out much since the roommate had dropped the news that she was moving to a one bedroom alone.
Toward the end of the night we decided to go to the bathroom. This bar had only one toilet in a room as opposed to a row of stalls to use so we went in together. She sat down on the toilet and told me she needed to tell me something. She said I had to promise not to tell anyone and made me pinky swear. I laughed and told her I would tell my husband which she agreed was perfectly fine but no one else. Ok, I promise. We locked pinkies and I swore not to tell anyone.
“For the last year and a half, my roommate and I were girlfriends.”
I KNEW IT! That’s basically how it went. I didn’t tell anyone. I just made a blog post about it. No big deal, Kelly. No one will know it’s you.