Monthly Archives: April 2006
Out of 100 residents at the apartment complex I manage… I have a few who I interact with more than the rest for various reasons, some because they are reeking havoc within the building and others because they like to chat to me… I think because they tend to long for "normal" conversation. One of my favorites is "B". She always had lively conversation for me, enjoyed the extra stuff I always do for my residents like BINGO or cook outs and always made a point to come down and chat with me on a regular basis. I really enjoy her.
Well, the last few months I have been really worried about her. She has not been herself, depressed because her boyfriend broke up with her, stopped taking care of herself, leaving her mail in her box for extended periods of time till the mail lady would tell me she couldn’t fit anything more in her box, never leaving the apartment, etc. I called the case manager…….and kept calling….
Last week they ended up taking her on a 72-hour evaluation. Since that time she has been hospitalized for just a few days and is already starting to feel better (back on her meds) …..thank goodness.
Once they told me that she was in the hospital I said, "Who is taking care of the cat?" The case manager said she was unsure if the cat even had food or water…….so I went to check.
I found her apartment in total disarray. It made my heart sink thinking of "B" being in there. Stacks and stacks of mail and newspapers, mold growing on old dishes stacked everywhere, foul odor from a litter box that had not been changed in a long-long time, all of the windows closed up, long white and cat hair all over the entire apartment…..more hair than I can explain. I mean the hair is stuck to every cloth type surface in the entire apartment….furniture, carpet, curtains, etc. It is everywhere.
Cleaning up her apartment is being handled by her case manager and some cleaning ladies who they will pay to come in……but I was still worried about the cat. That poor cat…
The poor lil guy was so frightened when I first came in that he didn’t come out at all. I decided to open up the windows to give him some fresh air and then dump the dirty litter into the trash and put in the new bag of litter that I found…….I am SURE the cat was happy with that…..I washed out the bowls and gave him food and fresh water. Took the stinky trash out on my way out the door.
The cat eventually came out before I left….I guess to check me out… and let me pet him…..as I stroked down his body I ended up literally with handfuls of hair. He is loosing just tons of it.
I believe the food is the problem……the hair problem anyways. She is feeding the cat this crappy off brand of cat food that had terrible ingredients in it. People just have no idea how bad that cheap stuff really is for the animal….they often cant get past the cheapest bag of food they see and often end up feeding an animal they love the equivalent of a ground up corncob or saw dust… basically.
I thought and thought about it and decided today to go out and buy the cat some quality food, a nice storage container, a scoop, some treats, vitamins and some toys. While at the store, I happened to see the case manager…..She said "B" is doing great. (Great news) I told her about the cat food…..explained that I thought it would make the cat shed way less and be better for the cat and "B" in the long run. She said, "Hey…whatever works, I’m not a cat person…"
So Monday morning the kitty will have some new grub.
My luck the lil turd wont eat it! lol
I love my morning coffee and it would be accurate to say that if I don’t get my morning coffee I can be rather crabby…..lets just say it messes up my whole day……BUT…..I seldom drink more than 1, maybe 2 cups a day. Light weight I know…
This morning I left the house rather quickly so I didn’t have a chance to turn on my percolator. (Yes, I use a percolator and not a Mr. Coffee) This morning I opted for McDonalds for breakfast, along with my meal I got their “New Bold Coffee.” (I guess rather than the old burnt stuff)……Their coffee always seemed burnt to me….ew. Anyways….I got back to work, put in all my fixins’ and…..
I’m not impressed.
But I was impressed the last couple times I got coffee from their competition….Arby’s. Not sure if they have changed their coffee nationally but I do know locally it may have been changed due to the Starbucks that went in about ½ a mile away. Not only is the coffee great but they will also put the creamers and sugars in for you, etc. I was impressed. Good stuff.
Yesterday I received a psychiatric evaluation of a resident that I wished I had never seen. I am not sure why he signed releases to have it sent to me, but he did. He may have actually wanted them to sign something getting him out of doing community service…I don’t know..…and they sent me that….. * shutters to think about it…eww…..
Today Tricia and I will be re-inspecting some poor housekeepers. Yes it is nasty, but I somehow find it interesting that people can actually live like that. One lady followed us around two weeks ago telling us basically everything wrong in her apartment was our (the housing authority’s) fault. She was so nasty that she has a zillion mouse turds on the top of her kitchen counter and didn’t seem to think a thing about it. The first thing I ask the residents when I come in is, “Do you have any insect or mice infestation?” I ask this because we use Orkin for any pests and it is free of charge to the residents. They can have them come as much as they want…….She said she had mice really bad, had roaches but got rid of them. I said, “Did you call in a work order?”…..She says, “No.” (Okay, so now we know YOU are the problem.)
I go thru the apartments taking photos and telling Tricia what to write (items I note are in need or repair or damaged) and poor Tricia was so flustered by how nasty the ladies apartment was, it seemed she could hardly write. When I got back to work and was ready to write out my report, look at Tricia’s notes and download my photos…..I had a good laugh at Tricia’s notes. (In regard to this woman’s housekeeping) Let’s just say they were honest, but couldn’t be included in my report……
A week from today we will be at our most troubled property, along with every Manager and every big wig, all the way up to the Executive Director doing a unit to unit inspection looking for pest infestations……eww. Looking inside all 150 units.
Maybe I can be sick that day.
Dogs are easy. It seems like the simplest of things makes them happy……and at my house this morning that included old Easter Flat Rolls/fat bread.
Let me explain. I made homemade dinner rolls for Easter dinner….let them rise during all day and when it came time for my family to show up I sat them right on top of the stove so I wouldn’t forget to bake them.
My niece strolled in with warm dishes of food; turned my oven on warm, opened the oven door, slid the stuff in and kept the oven door cracked. Not a problem right? Wrong. My rolls were on top of the oven ……
The heat from the oven made the rolls over rise so when I took the saran wrap off… they went flat. Well, semi-flat, sorta like fat bread or flat rolls…..Not sure what one…. There was a debate between my sister, my niece and I if we should even cook them. We decided yes, in they went and they didn’t turn out too bad considering…..everyone still ate some of the flat rolls/fat bread but I had an entire pan that had not been touched.
Someone left the pan in the oven, I never looked in the oven and yesterday when someone was making french-fries, warming up the oven they started re-baking the rolls/bread. (My kids still scare me with the stove……Oy!)
By the time they realized it, the already baked flat rolls/fat bread had turned into something like Biscotti. I was looking at the pan this morning and decided my dogs might like it……popped out a few pieces, spread it with a bit of peanut butter and what do you know……a delicious dog treat my dogs all went crazy over. Tonka in particular……she was dancing around, snorting and acting silly all over the kitchen begging for a second bite……so you know I had to give her one. She AND all of the rest of the crew……..
My dogs are easy to make happy!….eating up that crazy flatrolls/fatbread and thinking it was the best thing ever……
PS. Take a look at my new photos…… Franny and Oreo peering into the kitchen door wanting in……freshly washed with the warm water from my hose…. they always run around and act all crazy after a bath….and ready to roll their wet bodies on anything they can find that they are not suppose to…….(like my bed).
I know they just want to share their wet dog smell with me……(Thanks but no thanks guys….) I’ll pass.
Why is it when you have a holiday function or a family get together there is always one bad little kid. I don’t mean mildly bad, I mean really bad. B. A. D. bad. (There is at my family gatherings anyways.)
My 3-year-old nephew Cody, God love him, is a little red headed hellion. He is SO bad….his little face needs to be in the dictionary next to the word Bad. I put my dogs up, to protect them from Cody……..seriously. He is just that bad.
I love him…. I love kids…… but I can only take him in small doses and 4 ½ hours of his non stop yelling, running, jumping, shouting, kicking, fit throwing bugger nose self was enough for me yesterday. After about one hour I was ready to drop kick him straight out to his Mom’s Mustang.
I raised 5 kids by myself and I have never tolerated any of them being a brat or throwing a fit……Momma didn’t play that! I never put stuff up out of my children’s reach, off of the tables at home or anywhere else…..I told them “No” and they understood the word “No.”…….
Something else that really gets me……I don’t understand a kid that is 3, still wearing a pamper. Unless there is something medically wrong, the kid should be using the toilet long before that age, period. I say if you don’t get the potty training thing as a parent, it is time to sit up and pay attention when your kid can speak in complete sentences, can tell you if they shit their pants or not and can go get a diaper, bring it to you and lay down to have their diaper changed……..HELLO!!!!!
So not only is he not potty trained, this little turd of a nephew of mine threw himself on the ground repeatedly…… not to mention the little evil stuff he would do when someone told him “No.” I know at one point Taryn told him “No” when he was trying to go out the door because it is a few feet from the street and he immediately spit out the contents of his mouth onto the floor in my front porch. (Black jellybeans.) He was launching eggs off my front porch while his Mom sat on the patio furniture looking the other way, he ate more candy than 10 kids would need, he ran around non stop during dinner getting food all over my house, he passed by my niece Kourtland and kicked her in the chin for no apparent reason, he threw himself onto the ground to have a fit more times than I could count, he told his Mom “NO” a good 50 times, if anyone said “Cody stop that” he would scream bloody murder…….it was bad…….really bad.
As a matter of fact…
He is the type of little kid that they should rent out to young teenage girls who think getting pregnant would be a great idea……a breeze……a walk in the park. All they would have to do is spend one day (even just a few hours) with Cody and they would change their mind. I will now forever think of little Cody as birth control in the rawest of forms.
Just contact me if anyone wants to rent out the little bad-*ss Cody for the day…..CHEAP! I am SURE he would work!
Other than that, Easter was great!
Once again today I will be working at someone else’s office. After being there for a few days I have determined that working in someone else’s space is like driving someone else’s car. You know the basic stuff is all there, but for all of the other stuff you spend lots of time looking for it, once you find it you are not sure if it works like yours and in the end…… it just doesn’t drive the same.
Rosie’s office just doesn’t drive the same as mine. I want my office back!…..
One good thing, my friend Tricia will be out there helping me today……so at least I know I will be laughing the whole time.
She would of appreciated one of my appointments yesterday. I will refer to him as Captain Kirk. This is a resident who I see often because he lives directly behind my sister (and EVERY time Tricia and I pull down my sisters street she says, “Who’s the weird guy at your sisters house?” I always respond, “That’s not my sisters house you dork……..” (Then we both laugh……..every time!)
Well Captain Kirk came in yesterday for his recertification and he was wearing his standard red scarf thing tied on his head, a shirt, a flannel shirt, an old army jacket, suspenders, jeans, boots and it was 78 degrees out. He looks like he has just been drug from the back of a truck and has way overgrown hair on his head and face. Try to imagine some dude from the 60’s that was MIA from Vietnam and they found him 6 years later……this is kind of how he looks. He wears those old stoner glasses with the tint at the top and makes the strangest sound when he breathes…… He sounded like a cross between someone snoring and a breathing machine. I must admit he made great conversation even though I couldn’t follow everything he was talking about…… I even got an invitation to lunch with him to the local Chinese place……I told him I would take a rain check because I was meeting my girlfriends at our favorite soul food place. (Wings with yams and dressing with gravy on top…..hum) I will make a point one day to take the captain to lunch! I imagine he has a interesting story to tell……
We had a nasty storm move thru last night at about 2:00AM and it made ALL of my dogs nervous. Oreo is normally my one yelling, “I want my Mommy!!!” but last night all of them tried to sit on top of me, lie on me or get under my covers. They had me up for two hours dancing around my bed and around ON my bed. It took me forever to get back to sleep……so guess what? I over slept. UGH. I am normally at work by 7:00AM (one hour early) and this morning I got UP at 7:00AM……I took the worlds shortest shower, put on non-ironed clothes and made it here on time……crazy dogs. But I love em!
I was again nominated to have the family holiday ( I guess based on the size of my house)…….Pure Joy!…….I am a bit of a recluse and normally have very few people at my house so when I have 30 people that are going to descend upon my house…..it makes me crazy……. I spend way too much time cleaning and worrying about how my house looks considering all of the cleaning I will be doing when they leave. Not to mention the anxiety attack I have just trying to figure out what and how much food to cook. (Cant we just go out to eat????)
Yesterday on my way home from my sisters house I happened upon a 5 car accident. I glanced over and kept driving. About half a block down the street I see what I suspect was the cause of the accident….. walking down the street….
A beautiful blond with big boobs?……NO.
A hunched over elderly gentleman, wearing a blond wig, a red beret, a yellow sweater, red plaid boxer shorts, no pants, white stockings and brown orthopedic shoes…..walking at a brisk pace with a cane.
I am relatively certain he was the cause of the accident because he also caused me to turn completely around (being nosey) to give him further inspection…..but I did so without rear ending someone…(thank goodness) and you know what? He doesn’t even live in my building…..
For all the times for me not to have my camera ……hump.
PS. I love my hair short, but something I had forgotten from when my hair was previously short…….Short hair + hair gel + 6 hours sleep = crazy morning hair. (This morning it equaled nothing short of a Mohawk.)…….morning hair pictures will follow….get ready!
I have been busy as all get out at work…….doing someone else’s work……grrr……don’t get me started.
I seen the most random thing at lunch today and it just struck me so weird. (People are weird.)
I am driving home on lunch down a 4 way street, 2 streets East and 2 streets West. The car ahead of me nails a guy next to us and takes off his mirror. The guy who gets the mirror taken off, was sitting still when he got hit…. And is driving a Verizon company car.
What’s he do? ….. Nothing.
He just sits there. She drove about a block, then pulled over, turned around and looked at him really strange……and drove off.
What was he doing now?…… Still sitting there in traffic doing nothing while people swerve around his mirror on the ground.
How strange is that? A guy driving a company car, gets his mirror whacked off in traffic and just sits there………La, la, la……
People ARE weird.
Maybe he is going to go back to work and act like he knows nothing about it……..who knows.
My luck, I’d get to drive the company car NEXT! ugh.
During President Bush’s recent trip to India, 17 Secret Service Labradors and German shepherds accompanying him (each with its own police "rank," such as "lieutenant") were housed in five-star hotels in Delhi, according to local press stories (but Delhi police dogs, assisting in the same missions, went home to kennels). Faring less well was one of the three teams of search-and-rescue dogs assigned to find Hurricane Katrina victims, which had to be sent home in March because of a hotel-booking snafu, for which FEMA and Louisiana officials blamed each other. [BBC News, 3-2-06] [CNN, 3-9-06]
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