April 6, 2009 journal page

I spent all day yesterday cleaning my little corner of the living room a.k.a. my art area. I managed to toss only one bag of trash (dried up supplies, etc... I don't like throwing things away. I recycle or donate as there's already enough shit in the landfills.) I'm mailing a friend at least 4 flat rate priority boxes packed to the gills with stuff for her art classes with kids. She's a certified art teacher. Me? I'm just certifiable ;) It felt good to clean, organize and rearrange. I need to get a table skirt to cover my little round art table and all the crap underneath it. I've been cleaning for more then one reason. One reason is for ME. Now I have a cute little area that I might put a beanie bag or pillows in to sit and be comfy. The other reason-

My asshole building manager. He's been giving a lot of crap to the woman on the other end who has lived here for over 20 years. She's a sweet lady from Afghanistan who speaks English (but not always easily understandable), nor does she read or write it. Our building manager has taken it upon himself to harass her. He's gone into her apartment several times (it seems that most of the time too, without notice, which is against the law) telling her that she has too much stuff. He's taken it upon himself to write her THREE "notices" telling her that she has too much stuff and she may be evicted for it. WTF? There is no law on the West Hollywood books that someone can kick you out for having too much crap! I've been in her apartment and it's cute. The woman received an anonymous phone call saying that the building manager just wants her apartment (she's one of 2 people who have a 2 bedroom apartment in this building). She doesn't have the money to move, nor should she have to move. This is the same building manager who built HIMSELF a storage area in OUR laundry room, instead of doing any of the important things around this building. This is the same building manager who refuses to change the lightbulb in front of our door (this is going on MONTHS now). This is the same building manager who refuses to believe we have rust in our water. Need I go on? Most of the time he is packing up his bags and going to the GYM. Even the guy who actually does the repairs in the building (when asshole manager tells him what to do) has called him an asshole and says that he never does what he's supposed to do. None of the managers in the building have lasted. I'm wondering how long it is before this guy gets kicked out...and who we will have next.

Did I tell you the city planted one tree? Finally. They didn't plant a tree in the area where they pulled it up from, but on our end. One tree, or rather, what I call, a stick with leaves-


This may seem like a rant, but I just want to document it for the future...just in case.

Me? I really am a happy camper with my little area all cleaned up and cute looking. Just gotta get the vacuum out now and get my butt to the post office with all these boxes!