We have nothing on the husband of the old property manager, which means we can't deny him. She doesn't know that, yet.
One of the tenants I am taking to court on the 3rd is being a pain in the ass. I expected it from her, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. I even moved our weekly meeting to our main office because I knew if we had it in my office on the property she would waste an hour of our time with a song and dance number.
Yesterday someone pulled the fire alarm in the building next to the office, which means the fire dept. shows up and we have to re-set the alarm. The electrical box for the building and the alarm is in the office building, and when she went down there the maintenance lady noticed that due to all the snow and ice on the roofs, the building is leaking. People's light fixtures are leaking, water is coming down their window frames, and water is dripping onto the electrical box. This means no fire alarm. A company has to come move / re-wire the electrical box, and we had to go buy smoke detectors for each apartment (the old ones all work on the fire alarm system, which is shorted out). So I just charged $130 worth of smoke alarm on my credit card at Home Depot. Also, we had to get people to come shovel off the roofs.
The maintenance lady had to catch a flight for CA at 4 pm, so she fixed what she could before she left, and today the resident services coordinator is throwing a "Holiday Party" for the kids. His girlfriend made cookies and he is doing crafts with the kids. I want no part of this, but I'm sure I'll be sucked into it somehow... and here he is, ready to party. Got to run...
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Many, many years of therapy
Hello.
I haven't written anything in 2 months because the job has been so crazy and stressful that although I felt it may be therapeutic to write about it, I couldn't bring myself to think about work outside of work long enough to write it down. It's stressful enough dealing with this crap 40 hours a week, I don't need to spend my spare time writing about it.
Especially when my spare time is being eaten up by my real career - roller derby.
In the last 2 months, I've played an inter-league bout against Colorado, a "Ho Bout" (Holiday themed bout) and we've drafted 4 new girls onto our team. The draft is a process that begins with try-outs in May and ends in October when the 4 teams sit down to draft their newbies. The new girls play in their real first derby bout Jan 2008.
That's a lot of work - watching new girls, taking notes on them, getting to know them... then once we draft them we have to make them uniforms, take new team & individual photos, write bios, train them and our team... But we got the best 4 of the crop so it's all worth it.
I've also been doing a lot of work for the derby public relations committee lately, and I decided I am going to toss my name into the hat for the manager position of the committee. I don't think anyone else is tossing their name in, so if I don't get picked I will be mildly offended. This is an unpaid position - our whole league is volunteer - though I will be exempt from paying dues, about $300 a year. And it will be a lot of work. I will have to go to derby board meetings (which I do already as the note taker- don't ever hold that position, you get all of the pain and none of the voting privileges), PR committee meetings, and do a bunch of coordination work and hopefully some writing. In October of 2008, Madison is hosting the Eastern Regionals Conference, so I will be doing a lot of work for that, too.
Despite my grim demeanor (I am not excited about much of anything these days) I would much rather do that job than my actual job. It combines 2 things I love - derby and writing - and doesn't require me to make moral choices like "do I tow that person's car even though I know they live here because they refused to get a parking sticker?" Or work with social workers. God, I hate social workers.
It will also be like having another part time job, which brings me to my current dilemma- I do not have enough time to play derby, work full time, manage the PR committee, and be married (in a good marriage. I could have a shitty marriage, but what's the point of that?) I am in a state of impasse. Do I quit my current job which I hate but pays well, reduce the hours in my current job to 30 a week instead of 40 (not sure if this is an option yet) - return to my old job working for an evil corporate bookstore / coffee shop that I quit when I could no longer go to work without crying, or try to find another part-time job that pays somewhat decently?
While I'm doing that, I also have to bust my ass to get better at derby (I made significant improvements this summer and I'll be damned if I let that backslide) and have simmering on the back burner, "figure out what the hell I want to do with my life". This includes reading lots of career books like "What Color is Your Parachute", doing research in the career library to figure out what career I want so I can figure out what field to get my Masters Degree in, and take the GRE and apply to grad schools.
All of this stuff in my brain at one time means my brain is on overload, hits the "off" switch, and I sit in a state of complete panic and indecision, crippled by fear, and am unable to make tiny decisions, let alone big ones. This causes me to revert to an infantile state of maturity and have outbursts like "I don't know what we should have for dinner! I don't know what the hell to do about my job, why do I have to think about dinner, too!?!!"
My husband, in case you are wondering, has been declared Venerable, approved for beautification, and by the time I have finished grad school will be a full-fledged saint. Provided I figure out what field to go into, pass the GRE, and get accepted by a grad school, that is.
So, if you know of a great 20 - 30 hour a week job that pays well, send it my way. Stripping is not an option.
Oh, and while I'm whining, all I want for Christmas is a puppy but due to time, money, and location restraints I can't have one. Tbphhhhhhh. At least I think about that stuff first instead of just going ahead and getting one, unlike you stupid people with your children.
I haven't written anything in 2 months because the job has been so crazy and stressful that although I felt it may be therapeutic to write about it, I couldn't bring myself to think about work outside of work long enough to write it down. It's stressful enough dealing with this crap 40 hours a week, I don't need to spend my spare time writing about it.
Especially when my spare time is being eaten up by my real career - roller derby.
In the last 2 months, I've played an inter-league bout against Colorado, a "Ho Bout" (Holiday themed bout) and we've drafted 4 new girls onto our team. The draft is a process that begins with try-outs in May and ends in October when the 4 teams sit down to draft their newbies. The new girls play in their real first derby bout Jan 2008.
That's a lot of work - watching new girls, taking notes on them, getting to know them... then once we draft them we have to make them uniforms, take new team & individual photos, write bios, train them and our team... But we got the best 4 of the crop so it's all worth it.
I've also been doing a lot of work for the derby public relations committee lately, and I decided I am going to toss my name into the hat for the manager position of the committee. I don't think anyone else is tossing their name in, so if I don't get picked I will be mildly offended. This is an unpaid position - our whole league is volunteer - though I will be exempt from paying dues, about $300 a year. And it will be a lot of work. I will have to go to derby board meetings (which I do already as the note taker- don't ever hold that position, you get all of the pain and none of the voting privileges), PR committee meetings, and do a bunch of coordination work and hopefully some writing. In October of 2008, Madison is hosting the Eastern Regionals Conference, so I will be doing a lot of work for that, too.
Despite my grim demeanor (I am not excited about much of anything these days) I would much rather do that job than my actual job. It combines 2 things I love - derby and writing - and doesn't require me to make moral choices like "do I tow that person's car even though I know they live here because they refused to get a parking sticker?" Or work with social workers. God, I hate social workers.
It will also be like having another part time job, which brings me to my current dilemma- I do not have enough time to play derby, work full time, manage the PR committee, and be married (in a good marriage. I could have a shitty marriage, but what's the point of that?) I am in a state of impasse. Do I quit my current job which I hate but pays well, reduce the hours in my current job to 30 a week instead of 40 (not sure if this is an option yet) - return to my old job working for an evil corporate bookstore / coffee shop that I quit when I could no longer go to work without crying, or try to find another part-time job that pays somewhat decently?
While I'm doing that, I also have to bust my ass to get better at derby (I made significant improvements this summer and I'll be damned if I let that backslide) and have simmering on the back burner, "figure out what the hell I want to do with my life". This includes reading lots of career books like "What Color is Your Parachute", doing research in the career library to figure out what career I want so I can figure out what field to get my Masters Degree in, and take the GRE and apply to grad schools.
All of this stuff in my brain at one time means my brain is on overload, hits the "off" switch, and I sit in a state of complete panic and indecision, crippled by fear, and am unable to make tiny decisions, let alone big ones. This causes me to revert to an infantile state of maturity and have outbursts like "I don't know what we should have for dinner! I don't know what the hell to do about my job, why do I have to think about dinner, too!?!!"
My husband, in case you are wondering, has been declared Venerable, approved for beautification, and by the time I have finished grad school will be a full-fledged saint. Provided I figure out what field to go into, pass the GRE, and get accepted by a grad school, that is.
So, if you know of a great 20 - 30 hour a week job that pays well, send it my way. Stripping is not an option.
Oh, and while I'm whining, all I want for Christmas is a puppy but due to time, money, and location restraints I can't have one. Tbphhhhhhh. At least I think about that stuff first instead of just going ahead and getting one, unlike you stupid people with your children.
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