With no one doing
laundry at 3:30 in the morning and no loud snoring coming from Little Miss
Looney Tunes downstairs, got a great night’s sleep.
First order of duty
this morning was to post, to the resident’s facebook page, photos taken at
yesterday’s event. After seeing issues with the clarity and sharpness of some
of the 75 photos, I posted only 25 and decided to head to the cellphone store for
a new phone. I’m working with an S4 – a dinosaur in this age of S8’s.
But OMG! Looking
online (and btw, the blue screen is still in charge of my laptop), at the cost
of a new phone, I decided blurry and a little out-of-focus isn’t so bad after
all.
I’ve to first take
care of this new car purchase. If there’s anything left over, it’ll go towards
a new phone.
It’s been taking me a
long time to do this thing – stop looking at the website of various dealers,
reading service reviews on yelp, just pick a lot and purchase a car, so grandbaby
can inherit the more reliable Saturn and give her less reliable PT Cruiser to
her brother.
I thought I was
stalling because it’s so hard to let go of the Saturn, and that I think is
partly the problem. However, in reading Margaret's post on personality types I
think the other part of the problem is I’m Over 70 Type -- confused (True
because I’m not understanding a lot I’m reading on what’s included as part of
the package on a new car and not exactly sure what I need to add) and a Techie
Type -- looking at websites, not really wanting to call and talk to a salesman
or set foot on a lot and deal with a salesman in person.
So, what to do about moving
forward and getting it done?
I called my daughter.
She’s going to take a day off from work and walk me through the purchase.
After posting photos,
reading blogs, the day was spent catching up on recorded television programs,
simultaneously working on the counted cross stitch project, while waiting for the 3:00 Residents/Management meeting.
Heading down 10
minutes early, I glanced at my watch and saw it read 3:50.
WHAT?!
That must be wrong.
But no. Instead of 10
minutes early, I was 50 minutes late.
A major senior moment?
Walking in, taking a
seat in a packed room, with everyone seeming to be talking at the same time, someone
whispered in my ear, “You missed it”.
“What did I miss?”
The resident who’d opened
the nail salon had just “gone off”. Saying that the women here are rude to her –
but not exactly saying it, more like yelling I’m told, that she walks past some
of the female residents, says good morning, good afternoon, they don’t respond,
then Nail Lady stood up and gave the finger to the group.
Complex Manager was
said to have told her to calm down.
Wow!
In the six years I’ve
lived here, I’ve only experienced people not responding to my being friendly twice.
The former Community Manager (Nurse Ratched) would look down her nose and not
respond to my smiles and waves, and it wasn’t until recently when Little Miss
Looney Tunes began responding to my smiles and waves.
The fact that Nail Lady is making a federal case about being ignored, going ballistic over women not being friendly, causes me
to think twice about her mental stability. That perhaps she came in under that same
County Program that brought to us Little Miss Looney Tunes.
I don’t imagine
giving the group the finger is going to help her business get off the ground any and, though I’ve been friendly with and supportive of Nail Lady’s business, I’ll
be giving her a wide berth from now on.
Also, I’m told I missed
Community Manager being so upset with residents that she said there will no
longer be a Residents Volunteer Activity Committee (RVAC). She's disbanded the group and said any activities residents want will have to go through her in future.
Her reason being -- not
enough residents show up for Committee meetings, not enough residents make use
of the Community Room on a daily basis, residents bullying other residents in
the Community Room.
The RVAC Meetings are boring -- I rarely sit in, and who in their right mind would want to sit in the Community Room every single day? Some residents are infirmed and can't get to the Community Room, other residents aren't the socializing type, and some of us have television shows to watch, needlepoint projects, computers, a life. And management is well aware of who the
two bullies are, so why not just deal with them directly?
Management would not
discuss the pit bull. When the topic was raised, Community Manager was said to have responded, “We’re
not discussing that”.
Someone wanted to
know about the huge Sheep Dog spotted on the property. “Are they moving in with
that dog?”
“They were shopping”,
replied Community Manager. “You understand what shopping is ... because this is a
beautiful property.”
I didn’t know what "shopping" meant, but kept
quiet because I didn’t want to show my ignorance in a room full of people.
Apache later
explained “shopping” meant the people with the sheep dog were walking around, checking
out the premises.
“Well, if they're checking out the premises, that means they’re looking to move in here with that
giant dog”, said I.
“Yes, but they’ll
never let them move in with a dog that big”.
I don’t know. They let in a pit bull.
At any rate, after
the meeting ended and Community Manager went back to her office, the President
of the RVAC said, “The Committee is not disbanded, we’re still having it”.
In the room a total
of 20 minutes, I soaked up a lot of negativity and left with a headache.
I’m thinking the
senior moment I had -- arriving 50 minutes late, was the Universe protecting me
from experiencing a brain aneurysm from soaking up the entire 60 minutes, and I imagine I'll be spending a lot more time in my unit, less in the Community Room with the folks, because there's a universal craziness in the world right now, some of which is having an impact on this community and the individuals who live and work here.
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