It's Monday and I'm at the library engaged in another masochistic session of internet connection. Why do I do this to myself? I do this to myself because I usually have to return a DVD and I sometimes just sit and try to some work. Thy connection is spotty at best and I just suffer along with it.
I want continue on yesterday's post about the PLB Resident's Association annual community meeting. I thought it was boring beyond belief. All the guest speakers did was tell everyone what a great they were doing and how they really are into making the tenants happy. What a load of bollocks. One of the speakers was the head of resident services. An air brushed looking sort of person who shared his vision of a "perfect PLB." It's nice to have a goal but you have to work for it not just imagine it. I like to live in a community that's clean, safe, and attentitive to the residents. I don't like being in place where getting someone out to fix an oven requires an act of divine intervention and even get get me started on the the cockroaches. One couple complained that new tenants weren't being fully vetted. The male half said that next door to him and his wife was a person running a prostitution ring. There were tenants who were doing meth and a group of girls who moved with their boyfriends. Here I thought I lived in a nice place. I could go on but I really don't want to bore with a litany of problems. Suffice it to say, PLB is a work in progress. It's all the touchy-feely attitude that annoyed me the most. I hate all that crap.
Anyway, the car is finally fixed so I don't have to depend on public transport or rides anymore. The downside is that mom gave me the impression she wants me to be at her beck and call. That's not going to happen. While I'm grateful to her for helping me fix the car, I realize that I'm going to have place boundaries around rides and enforce them. This is the only way I can stay sane. Speaking of cars, I have to get going to see if I can finally move into my new parking space.
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