My apartment complex is repairing the roof on my building. It doesn’t look damaged, I think they are repairing all the buildings. Actually repairing may not be the right word, I think they are re-tiling? Anyway, I went home and all these men are walking around on the roof, with no safety ropes or harnesses. SCARY.
As traumatized as I was over the squashed rat (I think it has been safely confirmed that it was a rat), it would be even worse to see someone fall off my roof and splat on the ground. That’s just inconsiderate to be walking around up there all unsafe like. They may not care about their safety, but what about those of us that would have to see them fall and splat? Hu? What about us?!?!?
So speaking (or writing) of the rat. I called the office today to see if anyone had reported the squashing, which I’m still traumatized over. Apparently, nobody else called about it. How are you going to squash a rat in the hallway by your apartment and then not call someone to come clean it up? That’s just sick.
I’m out of control being obsessed over this dead rat. I need to stop. But I’m telling you, I bet that was someone’s pet that got loose. How else would it have been able to get up to the third floor? It clearly could not go down the stairs on it’s own, so I don’t know how it would have been able to get up them.
I’m telling you, my neighbors are whack. They all get on my nerves… which isn’t really a shock since pretty much everyone gets on my nerves. Or as M.Lo says, “You don’t like anyone… except me.”
The neighbor below me is the one that caught his patio on fire, then LEFT his apartment. He is also always putting his trash on the curb on days other than the designated ones… and his trash is ALWAYS rancid… like so bad that I have to go up the stairs at the other end of the building and I can STILL smell it. One time he was putting his trash out (not on the designated day) and he walked up half the stairs to my apartment and left it on the stairs… leaking all over the place. It was disgusting, and I know it was him that did it because I saw him rushing back into his apartment, trying not to be seen.
In other news: It amazes me how many people do not know how to work a fax machine. In front of my cube there is an all in one type fax machine. It’s a network printer, a copy machine, and a fax. Almost every day some fool will come stand at the fax for like 5 minutes holding a paper and just staring at it.
What are they worried about? Are they scared of it? Do all the buttons confuse you? Fool, it’s just like a phone! Dial the damn dumber, insert document, and hit the button marked SEND. And OMG don’t let the machine run out of paper… because nobody knows how to “fix” that.
I had this boss once that was so pampered, and you know I ain’t into pampering, well he came out of his office once and asked me, “Can you get John Doe on the phone for me?” I, being the smartass I am, said, “No, but I can teach you to dial.” That same boss came to me later on and said, all beating around the bush, “You know that bin on the corner of my desk? It’s outgoing mail.” “Yeah, I know that bin, but you see, you sit closer to the mailroom than I do. You have to PASS the mailroom to go to the cafeteria, the restroom, and even to come to my desk. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to take it yourself?”
Those were the good ol’ days back before I really NEEDED my job. Now I have crazy bills and I have to be nice to people so I can continue to pay for things and like maybe eat once in a while. So now I just mumble obscenities when they walk away from my desk and the later pee on their office chair. No I’m kidding… I pee in a cup and then empty it on their chair.
Ok, no I’m kidding… or am I?
Feeling: bored
Hearing: Air Supply - I’m All out of love! (it’s the hold music, I’m not REALLY listening to this)
