I hate my job sometimes.
On application days I'll get these hipster couples and single mothers living on alimony and child support and kids going to college with daddy as cosigner and tons of support and references with no reverence for honesty...I can't explain it. And they technically qualify but you can just tell it's a partier or a needy person or an excuse-maker. THen I'll get a man looking for a home for his wife and four children who took the bus all the way from Baldwin Park to sit and wait on the brick wall 45 minutes for his appointment time, his older daughter as translator because the mom had to stay at home with the kids. A two bedroom can only legally have 5 people in it. "But one is just a newborn. Two weeks old." He's in his uniform, tired, looking for refuge and still wants to fill out the application just in case. And you know he'd pay the rent on time on the first and keep his family in line because there's nothing but respect and honesty...just one too many babies. If it weren't because the lady that left had too many kids, I might think about ignoring the new baby. I hate my job. The hipsters will win.