Somewhat personal and perhaps parts of it mentioned elsewhere sometime, but:
Amazingly angry at not just this apartment building, its superintendent, and the company's owner, but also at the lawyer that was to be handling my father's personal injury case. When the banister snapped off and had him fall down the stairs to the floor as a person already retired 20 years on disability, this lawyer had him lie about having no preexisting injuries and no Medicare coverage to his lousy doctors that wanted him to get MRIs on the Upper East Side and in Flushing without providing for his transportation. They'd let him be on rush-hour subways for 4 hours (round trip) each time. On top of that, they told him he'd have to stay in New York instead of being able to carry out his already existing plans to move to North Carolina to finally be with his wife/my mother. Since it took a year just to settle my amazingly easy injury case in 2002 (even though the NYPD called it a "no fault" accident, which severely limited the settlement that could be made, nevermind the other guy hit us as we were pulled over and then fled the scene, a felony in New York), that'd probably be at least as long as it took for this case to happen.
The company's owner, that owns this building, lives in Israel and as such, they were stalling forever in the three months since the fall. My father finally had it with the lawyer's lies and the fact that he couldn't go south until at least May 2008, he terminated the lawsuit. I get the feeling the lawyer will then try to shove all sorts of phony charges at us on the bill to pay for his discharges. I hope it doesn't come to that, the pain has to end.
Oh, and as for the stairs.....the banister still isn't replaced. WE still have it, it came off right from the wall and I was carrying it around in the emergency room that night. And now, the lights are out! I don't live in a slum, but the superintendent is nowhere to be found and nothing ever gets done.
This, plus other things, including classes, were responsible for my bout of inactivity from December onwards. This is why I want to move the night of my graduation next year, if possible. I may be more able than my father to get around this mess, but our doorbells haven't worked for years, someone's broken the bell system downstairs, the mailmen here love to steal or just leave packages in the middle of hallways, and the bored teenagers/20-somethings are off fighting each other in front of the building on some nights. Or just acting like general idiots that would likely harm another person on the sidewalk.
Not even mentioning the psycho neighbor that's also a former cop (this explains why she has a firearm, though I don't trust her at all with it) and dragged me into mediation over her own behavior. It led me to call the cops on her and she just plain hated it. Since then, she's tried to tell my father that I'm a drug and alcohol abuser and put words in my girlfriend's mouth by saying that I actually threatened her when I was defending her from this maniac. And for kicks, she let me know that she keeps a gun in her apartment at mediation, in front of the mediator! And the mediator told ME to calm down! (Edit: If I were as agitated as I was with this rant, the mediator would probably be right. But when I have to, I know how to keep my cool. That whole mediation thing was a waste of time and a 2-hour round trip by bus (trains would be standing room only) with my father.) With the neighbor yelling over me every time I said a word.
I've had it!
Rant over....You may now erase all that from your minds.
There...I'm calm now. That helped.........why are you staring at me like that? You told me to rant!
Ultraedit: On something unrelated, I'm hungry and I'm too awake, even at 2:40 AM. But, being the starving 20-something (even if my gut doesn't agree), pasta was made!