Place: St Pete Beach, FL 73/85
Main activity: Fri - rental
Notes: Got woken up 339a by some jackass outside yelling something like "Yulu" over and over. Finally went back to sleep for a little bit hours later. Joe called first thing, asked about going on a job w/ him Mon morning but said I can't tell Bette. Knew that wouldn't work and wasn't going to lie. He wouldn't bend so had to opt out. Pam here 11a to go see the off-market rental (other already gone and didn't even return her call) - this one was so unbelievably bad it makes the others look like palaces - the smell, mustiness, old and worn out alone were almost unbearable to even look at (was much darker than the pics - I had the door open for light). Also, no stove/oven, old fridge, ugly and awful everywhere. Am not doing well mentally these days. Ran Bette's bag of stuff over to her - all locked up, no response to text (pretty annoyed with her and Joe as well). Not a good day.