Tuesday, March 22, 2005

My apartment manager is a freak

I mean that in the nicest possible way, I suppose.  (It’s like that old saying where you can say anything mean about someone that you want to as long as you wrap it in the right words.  As D at work would say “Wrap it in Christianity” You can say that a woman is dressed worse than a trailer trash skank as long as you say “Bless her heart” or “God love her”)
I digress.
Back to the apartment manager (A.M.)
I get the feeling that he really feels under appreciated with his job.  He has this self depreciating attitude, like he works very hard to make everything alright and as soon as you notice something wrong it he wants to appear as if he is doing everything in his power to fix it.  I say appear because I don’t think he really cares.  I think he is just doing his job.  But he wants you to feel bad that he is doing his job.
Take the other day.  It was very windy, and I mean VERY windy.  One of those days where you open the door and it’s blown off its hinges.  I came into the building after work and brought in some leaves with me.  I didn’t really notice because, well, it was windy and my hair was in my face.  Plus it’s not my job to notice.  It’s not my house, I don’t have to clean up the lobby when stray leaves get blown in. 
Right.
So, a few days later I am coming home from work and my A.M. is outside picking up trash and other various debris outside.  He stopped to say “Hi” and I said hello back.  Then he asked me if there were leaves in the lobby when I got home the other day.  I said that yes, there were leaves, but it was a very windy day and they were bound to blow in.  He then went into this litany about how he had cleaned the lobby twice that day and when he came down in the morning there were still leaves everywhere.  The way he talked, it sounded like I should have picked up after myself.
Huh.
Then tonight I was checking my mail when he got off the elevator.  He was smart enough to put a recycle can next to the mailboxes (something every apartment complex should have to help ease the burden of all those useless mailings.) I had just put my excess mailings in the trash can and was moving towards the elevator when he quickly moved past me, shut the lid on the trash can and said, “You know that is supposed to remain closed.”
What? 
Did I just get chastised for not closing a lid on a trash can full of paper products? 
You’re kidding right?  I laughed to myself and made a mental note to leave the can open as often as I can.

Yawn.  I had my first class back at belly dance tonight.  I’m pretty wiped out!  So glad I am back at it though.  It was so much fun…