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Well, a chat with a neighbor revealed quite a startling suspicion I had: some people just see things as "coming" to them, "at" them, or "for" them. Interesting.



The neighbor was the woman who told me that we have a new landlord. Funny how she didn't know the guy's name. I pushed a note under the super's door and he pushed the new note back with the name of the current management company. Why? Probably because I have good communication with this guy and I've only been late with the rent twice.



This woman seems to think someone's going to contact her. She hasn't paid her rent in months, holding out for a new refrigerator, a door for her bathroom, and some plumbing fixtures. Um, you have to work WITH people, not against them (although the assholes at my previous job would surely disagree.) While in principle, this sounds to be a good idea, I think it's going to blow up in her face. Why? Notice I asked, and I got the letter. She didn't get anything,and probably won't have her lease renewed without a long, lengthy housing court battle-- something I absolutely refuse to do again. 6B in 1988 kicked the shit of my family, I ain't going there again.



So, she asks about the window, I say I'm going to pay for it myself. Why should I deal with a protracted legal battle that could take 6 months or more over an $90 pane of glass? True, I'm paying for it, but if these window people were so wonderful in the first place, why am I just one of 4 tenants that I know of with window problems? If I pay, that means I get to choose the person and the company supplying the glass. Well, she practically bolted down the block when I said this. People's behavior can be very telling sometimes. You'd have thought I said "Well, are you fucking stupid?" I didn't. I wouldn't, either. I told my point of view, and I got this almost instant reaction as if my decision affected her. Very, very weird.

Then again, I don't want to be renting for the rest of my life either. There's a sort of "crutch" mentality that goes with that which I saw in various members of my mother's family.



They believed that all their grievances should somehow be taken care of through one narrow form. That form, to me, seemed to be clashingly violent battles with landlords. I ain't going there. I had a bleeding ulcer once, don't want it to come back. I also don't need the headaches, backaches, stress, insomnia (which kinda bites me in the ass anyway), and general vague nausea that goes with such problems.



I told her I had the letter and I'd give her the phone number. She said she'd pop up to my door later.



It's later. No knock yet. Doesn't matter though--she's gonna do things her way. Lilian DeSantis did things her way back in 1991. She lived in my old building in 1D. She was evicted after a major battle. I think I know where this is going, but I'll still say 'hi'.



Even as she looks at me (like so many other people I loathe and despise) like I'm the idiot.



Yeh. Whatever...