My next door neighbor is literally driving me crazy keeping me up at night screaming and banging on our shared wall. The other night, I swear I heard plaster falling from the wall, it wasn’t on my side so it must have been on hers. This morning around midnight, she apparently broke her TV and threw it in the hall, then vacuumed up some mess outside my door.
Most of the microwaves in the building’s communal kitchens have been stolen, those that haven’t been taken are broken. The phone in the common room has been stolen. Once again, I’ve lost access to my email address. I don’t understand how my password keeps getting changed without my changing it or why everyone keeps offering their email address for me to use instead of helping me get my own email address.
I know today is Veteran’s Day and I should be thinking of my own Father, who was a WWII & Korean war vet but, tomorrow would’ve been my Mother’s 89th birthday and I’ve been thinking of an incident that happened when my sister and I were teenagers. Around the time my younger sister had to appear in court for something (never mind what), she stole my birth certificate and told us (me and my parents) she stole it because her friend wanted to go to a bar, which didn’t make sense because I was not 21 yet. Anyway, my parents poo-pooed my calling the police or doing anything about it. I was told I would be disinherited, so I shut up. Years later, my Mom’s younger brother ( a former cop) called telling me I probably wouldn’t be inheriting any money from a great-Aunt (Grandfather’s sister) because the money was going to pay for her medical care. He kept asking me if I cared and I kept repeating, “No, I don’t want the money” “use it to take care of Aunt Anna” and things to that effect.
About police, when I was living in a hotel after losing the house in Salem, I woke up one morning to find my phone missing. I called the mgr and told him and he offered to call the police for me. The cop came and took my report, and then when my head was turned away from him and I’d taken my hands out of my pockets, he slipped my stolen phone into my jeans pocket. I didn’t realize what he’d done until after he’d left, talking to the mgr down in the office. I took pictures of his squad car and wrote a note about his name and what happened. That phone was stolen off me when I was on the streets. Since 2007, the police have been smirking at me and telling me “I have no proof” “I have no evidence” When I do have evidence, it gets stolen. Every time. I will never trust cops again.
For some reason, the other residents insist on sitting in the pc room with the blinds closed, even in daytime. What are they hiding from? The remote to the TV has vanished again, it will probably come back on Monday, when staff returns but, in the meantime, it’s on and loud and residents insist on leaving the doors open so you can hear the sound of the TV on the 1st floor (over whatever noise the computers are making)
I’m so fed up with this place.
WYFP?