The other day I walked into the communal laundry room in the building to find a note on the white board. I know what you’re thinking but don’t audibly groan just yet. It said something to the effect of, “Let’s hear it for our awesome new manager- thanks for all you’ve been doing.”
Kinda warms your heart a bit, doesn’t it?
I wrote back “Thanks!” (insert happy face) and then a few days later wrote about the rise in noise complaints in the building. It’s not that people are purposely being assholes. At least, that is what I choose to believe because in my mind I try to see people as good until they blatantly prove otherwise. (This gets me burned on numerous occasions but I’m alright with that. It’s far too draining to live in negativity 24-7. I tend to just visit there sporadically.) Maybe it’s a combo of the weather turning nicer, people having their windows open, Spring Fever or an increase in recreational drug use. . . I don’t know but people are being loud and in turn tenants are coming to me. What I would really like to see is everyone knowing one another so that they can feel comfortable going to their neighbor and saying: “Hey dude, I’m trying to sleep and you are playing your keyboards really loudly. Mind keeping it down?” Something polite and direct. I am going to train them to do this because I am not their mother or their R.A. or their babysitter. And last I checked, we are all adults here sans that one kid who lives on the top floor with his mom.
I have been slacking in one respect though. Vacuuming. I’ve come to dread it like I do putting away my laundry or taking out the trash. My laziness confronts me every time I leave my apartment and honestly, it is just too much to bear for this ex-Catholic people pleaser. In my sleep it haunts me. Sizzle. . .you need to vacuum. . .don’t be a bad apartment manager. . .
But I had a really good excuse. The building vacuum has been out of commission for the past week- it ran out of replacement bags. There was a huge crate of bags but NONE of them actually fit the vacuum correctly. It’s like someone just randomly picked up bags at the store hoping they could shove them on the machine and it’d work. There were two other dusty, discarded vacuums in the maintenance room that I tried. One was light weight and I hoped it would work because lordhavemercy hauling a vacuum up and down 4 flights of stairs really blows. Sadly, that one had no suction. I tried the third one. It was a mother of a vacuum- incredibly heavy and bulky- but with spotty suction, no hose attachment, and a cord that didn’t allow me to reach the ends of the hallways.
Um yeah, that’s not really gonna cut it.
I felt like Goldilocks and the Three Vacuums. “This one has no bag. This one doesn’t pick up dirt. This one has a short cord.” So I went to Target and purchased a new bagless vacuum with a long cord. I no longer have an excuse to avoid this chore. Damn me and my inability to embrace laziness and slacking.