When is it going to cool off???
They worked on my air conditioner all morning yesterday. Stunk to high heaven in here. Charlie and I took ourselves down to the office for awhile.
I’m watching the thermostat warily because they really don’t know if it’s fixed or not. It kept freezing up on them even after they cleaned it. And they just looked at it dubiously like maybe it would magically fix itself.
So it was determined finally to call some air conditioner guy out who was here maybe 5 minutes tops and added a little Freon or whatever and left.
Seems they had come to the conclusion that it was the filthy condition of the unit inside that was the crux of the problem. And now that they’d spent two days cleaning it, they think maybe it will be fine now. At least that is the hope. I don’t know what you have to do to definitively know.
I have two ceiling fans and two air purifiers going and the central air is on. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
There has been somewhat of a civil war going on between the manager and the two maintenance men (one is a floater) and the regional manager. I witnessed yesterday that what the manager said got reported to regional, like school kids fussing on a playground.
That it was involving the condition of my home had me grinding my teeth. The manager who is physically here would tell them to just give up and put whatever it needed in, even if it was something new, and call it a day.
Then the maintenance men would call the regional manager and she would say the manager here had no say in the matter and then call her and give her an earful.
Grown men tattling on the manager. The maintenance men phone the regional manager and tell her what the manager said to do, and she in turn tells them no, they don’t have to do what the manager says.
This is silly and petty and utterly ridiculous. If they’re going to second guess everything she does, why even have a manager sitting down at the office at all?
I am probably one of the best tenants they have, and I don’t say that because I’m being prideful. I say it because I know about many of the residents after living here five and a half years.
They rent to people who’ve just gotten out of prison and are causing domestic problems.
Then there are the regular old wife beaters with the police being called out on a regular basis.
Drunks passing out in the parking lot, whereas the fire department gets called out here to assess the situation. Then they rouse them and walk them back into their apartments. I know because I’ve witnessed it.
The one I personally know about happened to be noticed by a woman driving down the street, and she stopped a resident here and reported that a man was passed out on the cement in the parking lot. Passed out drunk on a Sunday afternoon and had unfortunately cracked his head on the way down.
Then there is one man here who prefers to use the floor and seating as his bathroom. It got so bad no one would work in his apartment. The manager forced him to pay for tile and charged him to have it put down.
The man isn’t demented or lost all his faculties. I’ve never met him, but from what I’ve heard, it’s a power thing with him.
They had to get rid of the upholstered chairs in the office because, yep, when he went down there to pay his rent or whatever, he peed in the chairs. (I try to stand when I go down there.)
There are people here who clearly need to go to assisted living, but they are allowed to stay and I hate to think what shape their apartment is in. Or what will ultimately happen to them, because many don’t have people checking up on them.
Well, it’s clear they’re going to be even worse than usual about doing things because they only have 3-4 weeks before someone else takes over. However I don’t think there’s been a closing on the property. So if I was in their shoes, I wouldn’t count my chickens before they’re hatched.
Okay, I know you’ve had your fill of my being pissed off about this. I do apologize. But if it were not for this place where I can vent, I think at times my head would just blow up like in the cartoons.
I know you will be glad when this saga ends and I am back to writing about pretty things and pet antics.
Speaking of which, Ivy is dosing on the table next to me. I finally cleared it off for her because she’ll plop put her big self down and knock over whatever is there anyway.
And Charlie boy is here next to me in the recliner per usual.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I’m now into the second season of “Breaking Bad” on Netflix. Took me a few episodes to get into it, but now I’m hooked.