As I was saying in my previous entry, we'd had a really rough month or more at the apartment and for once it wasn't ijit's fault. We'd *just* renewed our lease and I was damned if I was sticking around for another break-in...especially since we suspected the next door neighbor of being the one doing it. It just seemed really weird that it was seemingly only our building AND theirs was the only one that wasn't burgled. After the last incident with the armed intruder across the hall, the complex *FINALLY* installed burglar alarms in every unit. It didn't matter to me. It was too little, too late and besides the apartment was really too small for our needs. So I looked and asked around.
We got word from a friend that said a friend of a friend had a unit to rent that was only a few streets away from where we'd started out. So we went and looked. We made sure to visit in the evening hours so we had a good idea what the neighborhood felt like. You never want to visit during the day if you can help it because most people are out working and the kids are in school so the area's quiet. If you go in the evening, you can hear how loud some of the neighbors are and see if you feel safe there. It was a nice half of a duplex. There was a fenced in yard and a big shade tree in the back. Our part of the unit was set back from the road so we had plenty of warning before someone came up to the door. The floors were...well a bit weird but looked easy enough to keep clean. I didn't need to worry about vacuuming (no rugs), didn't have to wax (no linolium nor hardwoods)....just a quick mop; plus it came with a washer and dryer (hallelujah, no more hand washing the clothes!). There were 3 bedrooms, plenty enough for each of us to have our own space....or so one would think.
Things started off nicely here. It was close to both jobs so there was no longer the complaint of having to drive any extra. We had our room and he had his space...I had mine. Or so I thought. After a couple weeks of getting a taste of his own medicine (me going into my room and not coming back out for hours and hours), he started with the "I just wanna say hi" and the "I'm lonely" visits every 10-15 minutes. Yet....if I stayed off the computer and watched tv in the livingroom, he'd be in his room all damn night. Excuse?? He really did NOT like getting a taste of his own medicine. I remember once telling him that if he'd just friggin leave me alone for 20 minutes that I just *might* be able to finish this conversation with my friend (a nice gal in Cali who lived near my folks) and then I'd be out to watch tv. Do you think this worked? Nope. I even went as far as to restart the clock back to 20 minutes when he kept interrupting. I swear the man has no common sense. I finally asked him, what would it take to get him to leave me alone so I could talk to my friends (I mean jeeez he didn't allow me to have any real, honest to goodness, in the flesh ones that I could have face to face time with for goodness sakes!) and the answer? Move the computer out to the kitchen so he's not sitting "all alone" (oh boo-hoo) in the livingroom. *forehead-desk-repeat* Ya know, the minute the computer got moved to the kitchen.... he started spending more time in his room again. EXCUSE???
The only thing I didn't like about this place, other than the roommate, was the fact that the neighbor in the adjoining unit had 4 very rowdy young children. It wasn't so bad during the daytime hours when I was out at work. However, if I was pulling a night shift and had to sleep during the day? *sigh* You could forget it because two of the bedrooms faced the backyard, where they played a great deal of the time, and the last room was right next to the kids' room (where they were when it got nasty or too hot out, which was every other day or so). In any case, you couldn't sleep if you needed to.
I'd say about 2-3 months into this new place, I got removed from receiving position at TRU. I simply wasn't doing as good a job as the boss had been hoping for. Well gee, what do you think? I'm improperly trained, had to learn most of the stuff on my own and I have a whiney-jackass at home making me miserable. I had a huge mess that I inherited and companies that didn't want to play nice regarding getting the problems taken care of. I did do the job to the best of my ability. I do know how to multitask however, when 3 things need doing and they're in 3 different areas of the store? It's down right impossible especially if I have no one to delegate to. So I got removed from my 8am-5pm "cushy" job to a mixed schedule in the baby department. Me, the one with no kids and absolutely no friggin clue what anything is back there. Why? Because the department manager was pregnant and they needed someone to take over when she went on leave. This did not sit well with the girls that had been in that department since the beginning.....
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tour of Duty TRU- intermission
Sometime during the first half of a year at Toys R Us, we had a couple incidents at home that prompted us to move from that apartment complex we were living in. The first one happened around September or October. I hadn't been at the store that long at this point and I get a call from Monsignour Idiot. He asked me if I was sitting down and this usually means the news aint good no matter WHO asks you this. He told me that he'd gotten a call from the apartment complex and they told him he had to get right home immediately so he did. The door to our apartment had gotten kicked in and we'd been robbed. Oh great. It's not as though we had alot of really good things to begin with so what the hell could they want of ours? He wasnt sure what all was missing at that point but knew for sure that they took the television and the computer. Wonderful....$400-$500 right out the door. I asked him if I needed to leave work and for once in his miserable life, he was nice and told me that I should stay and he'd pick me up later. Didnt matter...I was a wreck the rest of the day.
After work, he picked me up and brought me home. From what he was saying, the cops stayed until the door was repaired. The door was a MESS...the frame had been shattered. My first thought was to the cats which must have gotten out and I was really upset about that. As I sat down to assess the damage and find out what was missing, I heard a soft 'prrrrr-rwow?' and realized at least one of my cats was still in the apartment. Oh JOY!! All of the cats, the minute the door was kicked in I suspect, took to hiding while there was so much business in the apartment. No one even knew they were in there and they never left the safety (such as it was) of the apartment. *WHEW*. Once I realized my "kids" were safe, I looked around with new eyes and noticed what all was gone. They stole the tv and the remotes but left the VCR player (thank goodness for cats that get sick on things...I know...ew). Ok, the tv wasnt a great loss because we didnt spend the money on it AND the tube was starting to go on it anyhow. They took the computer and printer but left all the software alone. My mom said it's because I had it all sandwiched in between Christian music cds and that God's Hand may have covered it all in protection. All I know is that there was at least $300 worth of software on that desk that was still there when I got home. They left all my dolls too....not that they were worth much anyhow. I think what upset me the most about the whole thing was that they were even petty enough to rip the phone cord (I was on dial-up at the time) out of the wall and ruin the phone jack that it was plugged into which was located in the bedroom. Yeah...that really made me feel violated there.
Sometime in the spring, we had another scare....and this time I was home. I had the day off and had been cleaning up the apartment some. About 330pm or so, I get a call from Idjit wanting to know what's going on. At this point Im very much confused at why he's asking this and so I ask why. He informs me that the whole parking lot near us is blocked off and crammed full of police and that our building was surrounded!!! WTF!!!???????? I asked him how he knew and he told me that he was up near the rental office borrowing a neighbor's phone so he saw them all there and was I ok? Well yeah, I had been but now I was scared. He told me that the neighbor across the hall had come home to check on his pregnant girlfriend, not knowing she'd gone in to work, and had come face to face with his own gun in a robber's hand! Oh dear Lord I was frightened. I guess the neighbor took off running and went to the rental office to call the cops. They werent sure if the guy was still in the apartment or not so I needed to get away from the door....go into the bathroom and shut every door between me and the front door (not that there were many). Before I could get there though, I saw shadows on my vertical blinds. The cat, who'd been sitting in the window, got scared and ran from the window and as she did, the blind moved a bit and I saw the flash of a gun along with a uniformed pantleg and shoes of the person just outside my window. Then a gentle rap on the glass... As terrified as I was, something told me that it was ok. I peeked out and the guy standing there was in full SWAT gear and had his badge and id handy for me to check. He asked if I was alone in the apartment to which I replied yes....and then he asked why I was crying. I told him that I had gotten a call telling me what all was going on across the hall and WTF did he THINK I was crying and upset!!??!! He told me to walk quietly towards the rental office (which was about 2 full buildings toward the front of the complex). Walk, yeah right, the minute I was one patio away I took off to a full out run (and I do move alot faster than I look). When I got there...to safety...I looked at the clerk from the office who was standing with dimwatt and told them under no uncertain terms we WOULD BE MOVING as soon as I could find a new place and I didnt give a damn about the lease we'd just renewed (we'd been there about 3 years at this point) AND there would be NO penalties applied because we certainly DID NOT sign up to be in a place that was being robbed once a month or had the SWAT team showing up.
After work, he picked me up and brought me home. From what he was saying, the cops stayed until the door was repaired. The door was a MESS...the frame had been shattered. My first thought was to the cats which must have gotten out and I was really upset about that. As I sat down to assess the damage and find out what was missing, I heard a soft 'prrrrr-rwow?' and realized at least one of my cats was still in the apartment. Oh JOY!! All of the cats, the minute the door was kicked in I suspect, took to hiding while there was so much business in the apartment. No one even knew they were in there and they never left the safety (such as it was) of the apartment. *WHEW*. Once I realized my "kids" were safe, I looked around with new eyes and noticed what all was gone. They stole the tv and the remotes but left the VCR player (thank goodness for cats that get sick on things...I know...ew). Ok, the tv wasnt a great loss because we didnt spend the money on it AND the tube was starting to go on it anyhow. They took the computer and printer but left all the software alone. My mom said it's because I had it all sandwiched in between Christian music cds and that God's Hand may have covered it all in protection. All I know is that there was at least $300 worth of software on that desk that was still there when I got home. They left all my dolls too....not that they were worth much anyhow. I think what upset me the most about the whole thing was that they were even petty enough to rip the phone cord (I was on dial-up at the time) out of the wall and ruin the phone jack that it was plugged into which was located in the bedroom. Yeah...that really made me feel violated there.
Sometime in the spring, we had another scare....and this time I was home. I had the day off and had been cleaning up the apartment some. About 330pm or so, I get a call from Idjit wanting to know what's going on. At this point Im very much confused at why he's asking this and so I ask why. He informs me that the whole parking lot near us is blocked off and crammed full of police and that our building was surrounded!!! WTF!!!???????? I asked him how he knew and he told me that he was up near the rental office borrowing a neighbor's phone so he saw them all there and was I ok? Well yeah, I had been but now I was scared. He told me that the neighbor across the hall had come home to check on his pregnant girlfriend, not knowing she'd gone in to work, and had come face to face with his own gun in a robber's hand! Oh dear Lord I was frightened. I guess the neighbor took off running and went to the rental office to call the cops. They werent sure if the guy was still in the apartment or not so I needed to get away from the door....go into the bathroom and shut every door between me and the front door (not that there were many). Before I could get there though, I saw shadows on my vertical blinds. The cat, who'd been sitting in the window, got scared and ran from the window and as she did, the blind moved a bit and I saw the flash of a gun along with a uniformed pantleg and shoes of the person just outside my window. Then a gentle rap on the glass... As terrified as I was, something told me that it was ok. I peeked out and the guy standing there was in full SWAT gear and had his badge and id handy for me to check. He asked if I was alone in the apartment to which I replied yes....and then he asked why I was crying. I told him that I had gotten a call telling me what all was going on across the hall and WTF did he THINK I was crying and upset!!??!! He told me to walk quietly towards the rental office (which was about 2 full buildings toward the front of the complex). Walk, yeah right, the minute I was one patio away I took off to a full out run (and I do move alot faster than I look). When I got there...to safety...I looked at the clerk from the office who was standing with dimwatt and told them under no uncertain terms we WOULD BE MOVING as soon as I could find a new place and I didnt give a damn about the lease we'd just renewed (we'd been there about 3 years at this point) AND there would be NO penalties applied because we certainly DID NOT sign up to be in a place that was being robbed once a month or had the SWAT team showing up.
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