Lazy, Sleepy, Snacky

No. These are not names of Dwarfs àla Snow White. These are adjectives describing how I made it through the week.

It’s been unusually quiet here at the complex this week. Even though the rain has let up and the sun is mostly shinning, I’ve not seen any of the residents out and about walking through the quad.

I myself have been trying to force myself to log in some walking miles, but Lazy has a stranglehold on my motivation.

Not much progress was made on scrapbooking and needle work this week, because Sleepy kept forcing me to nap the days away.

Then there’s Snacky, who wouldn’t be satisfied with breakfast, lunch, dinner and had me snacking in between on popcorn, blueberry almond snack bars, corn chips/salsa and pretty much whatever was around that my gut could tolerate.

Snacky had me seriously craving See’s Candy, but Lazy prevented me from getting in the car, driving to See’s to satisfy the craving.

I’m guessing the lack of seeing the usual suspects out and about means I’m not the only one around here hybernating.

I did hear Activity Director had bingo on Tuesday and that it went "Okay. We had fun", but who were the "we" that had fun?

It can’t have been more than three/four residents in attendance because it smacks of desperation that I’ve been asked to include AD’s bingo days in the flyer I do for Red Light and the Baker which advertises our every other Friday game that’s been steadily growing to capacity.

AD’s game days are advertised on the Monthly Calendar posted to our doors by management, but I don’t mind adding AD's event to my flyer — even though I’ll never go back again, because the Baker asked me to.

There’s been nothing sent out by management alerting residents to the intruder entering Button’s unit, which is no surprise. Management won't get proactive until something really bad happens, and maybe not even then because really bad things have happened in the past and the only way I found out was through the Grapevine.

The Grapevine is now doing its best to alert residents to be careful and also to be aware two intruders have been observed lurking around the complex at night, mostly going through the trash bins.

Looking for paperwork I’m assuming, as that’s one way identity theft is enabled — paperwork with names, addresses, telephone and other sensitive data is just tossed in the trash.

Several people in the past, both male and female, have been chased away from dumpster diving for paperwork; which is why I shred anything and everything with my name and unit number on it before tossing, and have done so for years, long before living here.

The Grapevine is also speculating that one of the intruders seen lurking around at night, is the one who entered Button’s unit. Must have been walking around, checking doors and found hers unlocked.

Button thinks the maintenance guys didn’t close/lock the door properly.

In the midst of having our Annual Inspection, the maintenance guys have been going unit to unit addressing maintenance issues.

I had a list, LOL.

So anyway, they’d inspected Button’s unit the afternoon before, so she’s speculating they left her door unlocked and that’s how the intruder had gained entrance 2:00 a.m. the next morning.

It may have been but, in all fairness, it was up to Button to make certain her door was locked that night. The guys just close the door and walk away after they've been in our units when we are present, have let them in, they didn't use a key to enter.

As for my list, Head Maintenance Guy is one of those males that … whatever he touches he makes worse.

I had a boyfriend like that once. He got on my nerves with his thinking he knew what the hell he was doing when no one asked him, like the time he was fiddling around with my music player, sparks flew and the player died.

Then there was the time he protested the way I cooked pasta, said it wasn't soft enough, that I needed to soak the pasta in water before cooking it.

Seriously.

I tried to explain to him what he felt was my cooking pasta not soft enough was al dente and that if you soaked uncooked pasta in water it would dissolve.

But nooooo. I was just a stupid woman who needed mansplaining, so I did what he requested — soaked the pasta in water for a few hours, and you already know what he found when he checked the pasta consistency and readiness for cooking.

I don't recall his apologizing when proven wrong, or replacing my record player, but he didn't last long and didn't go quietly.

Because I was done, would not even talk to him on the phone, a neighbor caught him playing Spiderman, trying to reach over a railing, climb up the side of the building to access a window to my unit late one night.

Even busted through the front door one evening, whereupon another neighbor called the cops and they escorted him away, trying to make me feel sorry for him because they said he was crying.

That was the night I called his mother, told her of his refusal to go away.

His mom told me I should have shot him coming through the door and, if he returned, shoot him through the door then drag him inside to show self-defense, LOL.

I guess she told him how she'd suggested I handle the situation, because I never was bothered by him again.

So, anyway, Head Maintenance Guy reminds me of that old boyfriend — inept and totally clueless to his ineptness.

Why Head Maintenance Guy is still employed here is a mystery as he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, except he’s good at putting bandages on maintenance issues, which in Corporate’s eyes is saving money.

So my list of four issues, has been boiled down to two temporary bandage fixes that, at this affordable rent, I can live with.