I’m learning so much in my new role as The Super like. . .
Vacuuming four floors of carpet including three flights of stairs is no easy feat. The vacuum is a beast. A heavy beast. But a hell of a work out.
It doesn’t matter if you haul a carload of “donations” to the Goodwill on your first day before you’ve even unpacked a box, people will still think it’s ok to leave crap they don’t want in the laundry room. Would do this? Would you be doing it to be charitable to your neighbors or to just be lazy? Because I am inclined to wonder why on earth you’d think anyone would want your dirty t-shirt or broken computer tower or mismatched bedding not to mention the dented wok. That’s stuff I’d feel bad even donating to Goodwill, frankly. And yet. . .someone thinks the communal laundry area is the perfect place for such items. I beg to differ.
Apparently the garbage bin marked “Recycling Only” means “perfect place to put a lone dirty sock.”
All the keys look the same. They are gold and big. Many will fit in the lock but won’t turn it. Clearly not the correct key. I still can’t figure out which one locks the maintenance room.
Speaking of the maintenance room- it is frightening to my Type A OCD-ness. Shelves of cleaners, gallons of paint, lighting equipment mixed with plumbing parts, the whatsit for the whosit and the whatchamacallit are all in one big, dirty, jumbled mess. This is anxiety-inducing. I dreamt about it last night.
The land line phone/answering machine garbles every message and there is no manual left behind that I can find. This is bad news as that is the number advertised on the building to call for rental information. I’m thinking I should just buy a whole new phone.
I have no idea when the recycling and the trash pick ups are. Both dumpsters are nearing capacity. I fear an overflow situation if pick up is not in the next 24 hours. Overflow would be bad. Very, very bad.
“Moving round in the morning/Drink my coffee and tea/I remember how I thought it would be/A life for you and me/If I can have anything I want/If I can have it all/Then I can take/Knowing the way things are/Can’t you see/The money’s gone. . .” -The Money’s Gone, Coyote Grace