See Something Say Something

Just before the pandemic hit, we had a Community meeting wherein management passed out flyers instructing us to “See Something Say Something”.

I myself have been around the block a time or two or three and don’t fall for everything presented to me. But it’s interesting to see others continually fall into obvious traps of people saying one thing, meaning another or just paying lip service for one reason or another.

Like years ago, when I worked for a Big High Mucky Muck ─ a political appointee to a legal position, and he asked staff to set up appointments, tell me how you feel about my leadership.

The fools that fell into that trap ended up being handed their walking papers because, instead of the praise Big High Mucky Muck was expecting, he got realness.

And, of course, Big High Mucky Muck came up with a reason why those realists were fired, saying it had nothing to do with having shared their unflattering opinions.

No one believed his justification, but what could anyone do except learn from the experience of others.

There’s some advertisement running on television right now about how some are probably afraid to get Covid-19 tested because they may be illegals and are afraid the government will come after them later. The ad is telling those people they are safe, their information won’t be disclosed, the government won’t get involved.

I laugh every time I see that ad because, of course, the government will at some point get involved. Sooner or later, ICE will suddenly appear and deport the ones who fell for it.

Bring it all back into the here and now, I didn’t give management’s “See Something Say Something” disingenuous campaign a moment’s notice because of the multiple times Apache had seen something, said something, and ended up getting cease and desist letters from management’s lawyers and threats of eviction.

Okay, but others have to experience it for themselves and Apache, having experienced it, just never gives up.

Which brings me to trespassers being spotted in the locked up tight pool area.

And when I say locked up tight, I mean both gates are padlocked with the jacuzzi taped off.

Yet and still the word seems to be out amongst the homeless community that our pool area is open for service ─ their Club Med.

Trespassers have been spotted swimming in the pool, using the pool’s shower, and, one night, Apache spotted a trespasser AND his dog in the jacuzzi.

Is that even safe for a dog? Can they not get overheated?

At any rate, we can’t figure out how they manage to get inside the padlocked gates ─ with a dog no less.

Apache being fearless, has been checking the area regularly and chasing trespassers off.

When Apache followed the “See Something Say Something” ─ informed Assistant Community Manager of trespassers, Assistant Community Manager told him “You have no authority to say who and who cannot be on the property”.

Like I said, he never gives up. Mainly because he enjoys the fight.

When another resident approached Assistant Community Manager to say a trespasser was currently in the locked down area, she told him “I’m off the clock. Call the police”.

I’m finding the whole thing hilarious, especially since Assistant Community Manager AND Head Maintenance Guy live in units overlooking the pool. There is no way they can miss what’s going on, they just choose to ignore it.

So long as trespassers are not breaking into cars or attempting entry into our living quarters, I myself don’t have a problem with trespassers enjoying areas we ourselves cannot and won’t ever use again ... if we’re smart.

On another note, Twin 1’s latest article was published. It wasn’t the big spread I’d expected, just a little larger blurb than the one Marie Claire published last year and, because it was just a little larger and focused on what she liked about herself, there was not the opportunity to vilify me this time around.

After reading the article and browsing other bleeding heart type sentiments Twin 1 was spouting as to how she feels about the Skid Row community, a smile came over me and I heard my inner self say to myself, “She’s full of sh!t”, which made me laugh out loud.

I do love my baby (5 minutes older than her twin) and want the best for her. In fact, many moons ago, when she was in her lost period, I recall ... she probably won’t, having wrapped her in a bear hug and saying, “You’re my baby. I’m always going to love you.”

But that doesn’t mean I always like her or want to be around her.

My poor baby. She means well, but really is full of it.