Friday -
Made a new friend, I'm standing by the elevator with my hands full of crap to take to Jarett's house. Banshee and assorted young siblings are running in circles in the hallway. Surprise! Surprise! There's actually an adult in the hallways with them this time. She gives me a medium snotty look, then starts to talk to me. She said the management company called her and apparently talked to her about everyone complaining about her. She said she has a plan to fix the situation by knocking on everyone's door to "talk to them" about the noise. "If anyone's got a problem round here...they talk to ME." I said, that's fine. Who are you and where do you live? She pauses, and considers this. Finally, she tells me her name is Kelly and she lives in the apartment to the left of the elevator. I think Banshee is her daughter, because the whole time Banshee keeps telling me how pretty I am and asking where the dogs are...tricksy little thing. Kelly then mentions how often the police are being called, giving me an accusatory glance. I said, well I haven't called them except for the time you had the party in the hallway. This is the best part, she tells me "that was a funeral for my brother." I said, "there were balloons." She says, "I don't know what you're talking about." I assured her I'd come to her the next time one of the beasts causes a problem, but really how is that going to solve ANYTHING. I don't even know which child is connected to which apartment, let alone who's cooking their BBQ chicken?
I'm in the nail salon across the street getting a manicure. There's this large Black lady getting a pedicure, who is literally screaming and cursing and mocking the Asian woman doing her toes. I can't really repeat what she was saying without feeling a little bit ill, so I won't. But she was literally banging the arms of the chair like she was having a seizure, and threatening to kill this young woman because "she don't know shit about shape." Apparently, referring to the shape of her TOENAILS. This, is why even if my hallways transforms into Eden - I can't live here.
Sunday -
The Trinidadian woman across from the elevator's name is Gita. She was asking about Caliope, who is officially too sick to go outside. She was kind of guilting me about not putting the dog to sleep, and while she's probably right I didn't want to discuss this with Gita. She then tells me her niece is over with a 1 year-old. But she assured me she wouldn't let the kids out because "SOMEONE" (knowing look to me) will call the police.
This morning, there were children's party cups littering the entire hallway and at least a dozen of them on the stairs. Guess keeping the kids inside didn't work, unless they just decided to throw their paper cups out the front door whenever they finished with them.
Today, Jarett's asking his management company if Kielbasa and I are allowed to move in. Keep your fingers crossed, there might be a crack free Christmas after all!
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