The Exterminator

Hello Everyone:

Today I have to camp out at the PLB Activities Center because the exterminator is at my house, again.  Oh joy, oh bliss.  I suppose I can put up with the temporary inconvenience better than I can deal with cockroaches and ants in the kitchen.  I just don't like having to take everything out of the kitchen, vacuum the cabinets and drawer, clean, then put everything back.  It's such a pain but what am I suppose to do?  Anyway, to commemorate the occasion I posted a video of the theme song from Terminator 2: Judgement Day (http://www.facebook.com/lenore lowen) and (http://www.twitter.com/glamtroy).  Now, I've been told that the exterminator has to come back on Wednesday because there are just too many of the suckers.  Well that puts a cramp into my Wednesday.  I guess I'll have to do the grocery shopping either Tuesday or Wednesday evening.  Just the fact that the exterminator has to come back really pisses me off.  I think I'm more annoyed at Park La Brea management because they don't regularly spray the outside of my building.  Further, I sometimes get the distinct impression that they expect the residents to devote 24/7 to cleaning their units.  I may be exaggerating this last point.  The other thing that annoys me is other people's conception of cleanliness.  I have some fellow tenants who seem to think that it's perfectly fine to leave their garbage bags in the corridors or at the bottom of the emergency stairwells.  It's not perfectly fine.  To be fair, I've been told that in some cultures, this how people dispose of their trash.  No it's not how it's done in the United States.  I don't mean to wave the stars and stripes in everyone's face but I'm of the opinion that when you're in a different country, one should make an effort to follow the cultural form for that country.  In the United States, we take our trash outside to the can or, in the case of an apartment building, throw down the rubbish chute.  The combination of PLB management's in-action and other people's cultural norms really get to me like a bad paper cut under my finger.  I hate being put out like this.  One day I can tolerate but three, no thank you.  The whole upside in all this is that I don't have to do a major scrub down of the kitchen for a while.  I guess there's something positive in all this