Immediately after this morning’s Pizza Tuesday, I turned in my resignation.
On my way to the Community Room, around 9:45, I saw the
maintenance guys and the Community Manager running around like chickens with their
heads cut off. There were a lot of Corporate types on the property, including
the woman who stole my favorite belt during an inspection.
Seeing all the activity, I became fairly certain the guys wouldn’t
be able to handle delivery this morning, but pressed on to the Community Room
just in case, with a stop by the Assistant Manager’s Office to ask if she could
pull up the sign-in sheet I usually get from the manager.
She could not, but gave me a blank sheet to use as sign-in.
Some of the residents were already seated in the Community Room,
awaiting delivery when I arrived and, as others arrived, the question being
asked of me was, “Are there going to be pizzas today?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure”, says I.
After about 30 minutes, I called Activity Director and advised that,
due to the inspection, I did not think the guys would be picking up and making
She assured me they would.
I asked if she could confirm that with the Manager.
She said she would.
Shortly after that, one of the maintenance guys walked through
the Community Room. I asked him if there was to be a delivery this morning.
He assured me there would be.
Seeing that the Community Manager was back in her office,
surrounded by the belt thief and other Corporate types, I interrupted just long
enough to ask for a proper sign-in sheet.
“I’m sorry. There isn’t going to be a delivery today because of
the inspection”, said she.
“Okay”, said I but walked away confused, prompting me to respond
to those asking, “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I’m getting mixed answers, but I’ll
sit here until 11:30 just to be sure”.
I never did hear back from Activity Director.
Along about 11:00, the Community Manager runs out of her office,
over to me with a proper sign-in sheet saying, “A resident volunteered to pick
up the pizzas”.
Pizzas arrived shortly after 11:30, everyone was happy – except for
the woman who says she’s taking for others and walks away with pizzas and bowls
of chicken and other items by the dozen. She wasn’t happy because, not knowing
if there was to be a delivery, she’d returned to her unit. By the time she
learned delivery had been made, other residents had an opportunity to partake
ahead of her, little was left, and she was lucky to have gotten a pizza for
There were however six bags of bread sticks.
She walked away with four.
At any rate, as soon as I got back to my unit, I texted Activity
Director that the chaos, confusion, mixed messages as to whether or not there’d be a
delivery was more than I could handle. That I quit.
Though it had a factor in my being done, I didn’t mention her
failure to follow through on that notice to residents as to why
Her response to my resignation was to thank me for the help and
that “Unfortunately, today was a very busy day with inspection.”
No sh*t Sherlock!
Did I not tell her THAT in the first place and ask her to confirm?
At any rate, I’m done. My time is my own again.
Good luck finding another sucker.