addendum to last post: it's tough being a landlord.
As a member of the American People, I get asked to vet job applications all the time. (They work for us. Not the other way around.) WE hold the lease on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington DC, and all sorts of people keep trying to rent it. But I'm picky. The rent is so so so much more than money. The rent is decades of premature aging and the trust of the world. It's responsibility beyond your wildest nightmares.
I'd give them my keys and trust them to feed my cat.
I'd give them my keys and trust them to feed my cat.
