No Longer Amusing

Showing the apartment was once amusing. It's now a pain in my ass. When we returned from Barcelona, I had 12 voice mails from possible renters wanting to visit the apartment (which subsequently used all of my cell phone minutes this month - something I've never accomplished in two years).

Unless I'm getting a commission, I no longer think it's necessary to be as heavily involved (or to be charged for their annoyance). Then again, I never did. But I was told it was my responsibility. After further clarification, I find out it's not. So, I've told the landlord to speak with everyone inquiring about visiting the apartment and to email me with scheduled appointments between 4 and 8 p.m. Before that, forget it. I'm at the gym. And afterwards, I've got TV to watch, books to write and blogs to update.