Says 58 – Things crawling out of the woodwork

2012 June 21 Well things are interesting. The weather has been hot (high 20’s and low 30’s C) and the rooms are supposed to be air conditioned, but whenever the landlords (that are living downstairs) are asked why it’s not working, they come up with different excuses, and that they are having it checked out. They had put a sign on the outside door to keep the door closed because the A/C was on. After talking with them and knowing they were blowing smoke, I wrote on the bottom of the sign. “What air conditioning” and signed it.

The woman that moved in across the hallway from me on June 16, moved out today. She was totally pissed off with the runaround she was getting in that she had flown in from Vancouver and had been told that she would have a large room, (my room) and that the room was fully furnished with bedding and that the kitchen was also fully functional and that there was only one other woman living there. Well her room is small and sparely furnished. It also has two large windows facing South and West, and with the A/C not working, needless to say, her room was like an oven. Besides that, there are three men living on the same floor and sharing the kitchen and bathroom. She was also getting shit for leaving her window open when she left for work as she didn’t want to come home to a sauna, and didn’t know that the A/C would be turned on later that day.

A couple of days after she left, the property owner came upstairs and asked me where the “Princess” went? I asked what princess, and he motioned with his head to the woman that was in the room across the hall from mine. I told him I didn’t know and asked why he called her a Princess. He said that she was a real whiner and he thought that because I was single and she was married and not bad looking, that I would have had made a move on her and would know where she went. I looked at him in disgust and shaking my head, said, “Well with that same redneck chauvinist mentality, then you have to also think that I may be putting the move on your wife if all I wanted was a fuck. He looked puzzled and as he scratched his baldhead and mumbled, “I never thought of that. I’ll have to think about that,” With that he turned and left.

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