Random Rants LXIX: Life is a Dismal Chore

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I hurt my mother's feelings but she also hurt mine and like I'm garbage at convaying what I think and now we're 13 miles apart

I guess my "ego" is sort of shattered atm and I can't respond to that constructively and I have now a very short time window to work anything out at all
 
I guess my "ego" is sort of shattered atm and I can't respond to that constructively and I have now a very short time window to work anything out at all
:hug:
 
So it turns out that the issue of the tenant who tried to push his way into my apartment a few weeks ago is still a problem. I found out yesterday that he's done this before, to another woman in the neighborhood (not in the same building). His actions with me constitute a breach of the conditions imposed by the judge in the previous incident, so now the building manager and the property manager's lawyers want me to tell the prosecutor about all this - saying it could help with that other case and would also give them the legal leverage they need to kick him out of this building.

This might necessitate going to the court house next week (which I really hope I don't have to do; I hate that place).

In the meantime I've been very cautious about leaving the apartment (just for a few minutes now and then to check the mail, never at predictable times) and the security staff here is keeping an eye on him whenever he leaves the floor he lives on.
 
now the building manager and the property manager's lawyers want me to tell the prosecutor about all this
You should do this, even if it's a horrible place.
 
You should do this, even if it's a horrible place.
Oh, I will. I just wish I didn't have to. It's been made clear that the property management's lawyers want me to do this, and cooperation is in my best interest (common sense, not threat).

The court house stepped up its security a number of years ago, which means metal detectors, take-your-shoes-off, and all that. The last time I went there was to make sure I didn't lose guardianship of my dad (some <individuals> in the Office of the Public Trustee were opining that since they were handling his financial affairs, it just made sense to them that the Office of the Public Guardian should look after everything else).

It was stressful enough trying to cope with that, along with explaining to the security people that they had to give me back my canes ASAP because if I lost my balance and fell, they'd be the ones helping me back up. Now I've got the walker and I have no idea what they're going to say to that. Too many people just treat it like something they can push out of the way if it's annoying them, never understanding that this thing is how I get around safely. If you wouldn't run off with someone's crutches or wheelchair, you damn well don't run off with a person's walker.

I get around the apartment okay without it, but here I know what I'm capable of and there are lots of things to grab on to if I feel dizzy. Away from here can be a problem at times.
 
You think not?

You may well be right.

And we may never make any choices at all about anything.

The trick is to be born lucky in the first place.
 
Well.

Just don't be.

Being depressed won't accomplish anything either.
What a remarkably insensitive thing to say. On behalf of the CFCOT members who have publicly identified as suffering from some degree of depression (decades in my case), thank you so much. What an incredibly helpful piece of advice.

:huh:
 
What a remarkably insensitive thing to say. On behalf of the CFCOT members who have publicly identified as suffering from some degree of depression (decades in my case), thank you so much. What an incredibly helpful piece of advice.

:huh:
Isn't it just?

I'm out of here before I get infected with this depression.

I know enough about it to know I don't want it again.
 
Guess who just went along with the most obvious bloody scam because he was too coward to turn away someone and leave

I'm pretty disgusted of myself at the moment
 
Were you just handed a FRP pamphlet or something?
 
I have internet. And I don't :gripe:.
Seems like someone else in this house had a contract at the provider which I contracted. And instead of checking that, they gave me a contract, and cancelled the other guys one. And now they cancelled mine, because he (rightfully) complained about this.
I mean...these idiots should have a check on that.
3 months without internet at home (well, not counting the few hours right now), still counting.
 
Still not bloody over it

Were you just handed a FRP pamphlet or something?

not in a mood to joke about it

sorry to not explain properly but I'm pretty upset but don't want to really talk about it
 
<CENSORED> telemarketers! :gripe:

First, some guy with a thick East Indian accent, calling himself "Patrick" (yeah, right) calls and says I "have to turn on my computer immediately" because he "has to show me something."

Then came an automated call to upgrade a credit card I've never had. Of course I know where the boiler room for that particular scam is located, as well.

And people wonder why I prefer to keep the phone off the hook except for outgoing calls and I tell people to email me if they need to tell me something.
 
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