On A Mission - Recycle Bin Quinn

I came home last night to find a trash receptacle in my parking space.  Quinn had told me that we could put the trash receptacles in front of the garage so I'd have full access to my parking space.  Therefore, I'd moved it in front of the garage where it wouldn't be blocking anyone - including me.  I woke up this morning to find my son parked kitty cornered as he couldn't back in straight because Quinn had put the trash receptacle back in my parking space.  The man is obsessed with me.  I moved it back to where the other trash cans were as it appeared that the City of Manchester forgot our side of the street.  The other side of the street had their recycle bins emptied.  Our side did not.

That wasn't bad enough.  As I was doing dishes, I happened to notice Quinn driving by.  He was fixated on the recycle bin now.  Upon arriving home this afternoon, Quinn got out of his truck, went across the street to see if the recycle bin had been emptied.  It had; however the neighbor on the same side of the street had not had their recycle bin emptied.  Quinn was on a mission.  He walked straight through the parking lot to the recycle bin to see if it had been emptied.  It hadn't.  Quinn set in motion.  He went upstairs and then back outside to get a drink from his truck; and, had to go back to the recycle bin - Was it because he could smell my perfume, perhaps?

As I got ready to leave today, I noticed that Quinn had messed with the Valentine decorations on my door.  He'd done same thing at Christmas.  He can't seem to focus on much other than me and making my life a living hell.

The lights to my hallway was out for three days.  I had my son check it; someone had loosened the bulb. Now?  I wonder who had loosened the light bulb?

Landlord Casey Quinn - The Poop Scoopin' Truth

I lived on Dubuque Street, Manchester, NH for a little under a year.  I met Casey Quinn on a snowy day in February 2015.  I hoisted myself up snowy covered granite stairs to view the unit.  It had snowed the most of February here in New Hampshire.  The unit looked nice although I was very skeptical about living on the first floor.  The sidewalks and stairs weren't shoveled and Quinn apologized for not having them cleared.  I guess that should have been the first indication that I was going to be in one hell of a ride and that Quinn wasn't interested in being a landlord but rather collecting rent and doing as little as possible to ensure a clean and sanitary rental property for tenants and his 6 year old son.

Quinn  appeared sincere; but, I would find out soon enough that my life was about to turn into a poop scoopin' nightmare.  Hey it's his property and his dog can shit anywhere.  Nothing like sitting at your kitchen table to watch an innocent dog shit while you're eating your dinner.  One would think that if a landlord lived a rental building that it would be peaceful, clean and free of chaos. Not true.  I moved in and soon learned that Quinn's dog was defecating right outside the door to the entry way that residents would be using to enter and exit the building.  And, there it was.  Quinn's nicely shoveled rectangular shaped cave in the snow - the perfect place for a dog to shit and pee.    Mind you, I don't blame the dog.  Zoey is a sweet little brown dog who loves everyone.  I soon learned, not only was Quinn's dog shitting all over the ground in front of my rental unit; but, the building behind me on the back side was covered with dog shit from the next rental property.

Stay tuned.  And, enjoy a little dog shit with your dinner!