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  •  As many of you know, I have had... (3+ / 0-)
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    ...considerable difficulty getting along with people at my Senior apartments community.  But I will report what I consider my best put-down, retort.

    There is a woman here, Il  call her Gertie, who has two primary traits: 1) Need to always be the center of attention, and 2) A very hungry ego which needs constant feeding.  

    After some truly egregious actions undermining me, one day I was waiting for the elevator.  When the doors opened, I saw there was only one person inside, Gertie.  I did not get in, but before the doors closed I said. "Oh I can't get in there.  There's no space.  Your ego takes up the whole elevator.

    "The war against Bradley Manning is a war against us all." Chris Hedges

    by dharmasyd on Tue Apr 16, 2013 at 03:24:26 PM PDT

    •  Beyond this, I'm at a loss. (0+ / 0-)

      I wish I could find the ultimate retort to 16 years of torture!  Yikes!  Did I really say that?  Yes.  And it's true.  Perhaps it would be better though, if I accepted responsibility.  I have not been sufficiently strong, or understanding, or compassionate, or restrained to accept how I have been treated here with equanimity.

      At first, years ago, I didn't react, at least not with anger and hostility.  But somewhere along the line, it all got to be too much and I began to express myself more readily.

      I'll give one very early example of my treatment here; this was years ago.  We had a major power outage for no apparent reason at about 4 P.M.  It was through our whole neighborhood. Electricity was out for about 30 hours.  That evening, I walked down the 4 flights of stairs to find out what was happening.  Bob, the night manager, had started a generator outside; he ran a line to it to power a small light in the 1st floor hallway.  Problem was that most of the electric cords were in the dark area, trailing across the floor.  I thought of elders not able to see the cords and tripping.  I told Bob that I had 2 dozen bungy cords in my car which he could use to get the electric lines up & away from trip locations.

      Bob got somewhat angry, told me not to interfere with him, that he had everything handled.   Okay, I thought!  I backed off.

      The next day I really needed a nebulizer breathing treatment.  I am supposed to do these treatments 4 times a day.  By the next morning, I was way past due.
      Since I was still young enough and healthy enough to walk down 4 flights of stairs carrying my equipment, I went off to the nearest Fire Department to ask to use their power.  Mission accomplished.

      When I came home, Channel 2 TV was standing with a group of tenants at the entry way.  I joined them and explained that I had just gone to the Fire Department to do my breathing treatment  and showed them my breathing machine.  I thought I was doing a helpful thing as I mentioned that I was still young enough and healthy enough to go up and down 4 flights of stairs, but that there were many people here who couldn't, and therefore PG&E or someone should make arrangements to help those in need.  Ch 2 played the interview of me on the 10 PM news that night.

      The night manager told me loudly that I had been way out of line by bad-rapping Strawberry Creek Lodge, the name of our Senior complex.  

      This is one of the first places where my problems started.  I didn't react angrily to Bob back then.  I only tried to explain what I was thinking, that I was thinking it would help, that it might get PG&E moving next time.  

      This kind of treatment continued with more people.  There was the Tenants' Association President who would never let me speak at meetings.  There was another Tenants' Association President who walked between Congresswoman Maxine Waters and me, putting her elbows into our stomachs as we were talking and telling us that we had to get out of the dining room because they had to set up for dinner.  You should have seen the expression on Maxine's face.  It just goes on and on and on.  

      The last 4 years have been particularly difficult  About 4 & 1/2 years ago, we heard of plans to apply to make 21 more of our apartments into low income, Section 8 units.  That's a good thing.  For HUD to approve this change and give us a loan,  the 21 units had to be remodeled.  At that point, they offered voluntary remodeling to the rest of the tenants.  Voluntary!  That is until the bankster members of our Board of Trustees figured out that they could get a better financial deal (I'm guessing here) if they remodeled all apartments.  Suddenly, it became mandatory, no exceptions.  We would have to move out into special units set aside for us for a period of 3 to 4 weeks while the remodels were done.  I didn't want to remodel.  My apartment didn't need it; my apartment was still pristine.  I did not want them to remove my bathtub and leave only a shower, to put in granite counter tops (they leak radiation), or the other proposed changes.  But there were to be no exceptions.  PERIOD!  

      I have a Tibetan shrine in my main room with 2 Thankas.
      Thankas are the paintings with brocade frames, and the cloth needs to be furled and pleated in a special way.  When I had my first interview with the man who was overseeing the remodels.  I told the overseer that the probably undocumented Latinos, whom they picked up from the street corner outside the building construction equipment store , would not know how to climb the ladder and hang my sacred thankas correctly; and I did not want them handled by someone outside the tradition.  I told the overseer that I knew a former Tibetan monk who knew how to handle and set the thankas, and he would do it for $10.00 per hour.  It would probably take 1 hour, 2 at the most.

      When I asked this, the overseer exhaled an exasperated sounding sigh, pushed his chair back from the table, got up, walked to the windows, and looked out for about 3 or 4 minutes.  When he came back to where I remained sitting, he said, "I can't talk to you any longer.  I've got an appointment with someone upstairs."  He gave me no answer to my question.

      The final disaster was when the management company withheld our LIHEAP refunds from us.  LIHEAP is the "Low Income Home Energy Assistance Program" which is mandated federally to reimburse low income people for their utility bills.  I've lived here 17 years.  I've gotten the reimbursement every year until last year, when the management company's new attorney decided we weren't eligible and with-held it.

      We usually get the forms in April or May.  When we didn't get our applications this past year, several folks asked the Social Service Coordinators who usually distribute them.  The social service coordinators wouldn't challenge this because they were afraid to contradict or fight their boss, the management company.  I was quite certain that the new attorney was incorrect.  But I have been so shot down and abused by TPTB here at SCL (Strawberry Creek Lodge),  that I was afraid to take it on.  I waited for the people who are supposed to advocate for us, the officers of the tenants' association to take this on.  I waited for 5 months, from May until October.  The period to apply would end the last day of December.  The total we would lose would be about $24,000.00!  Yikes!  

      I managed to get ahold of a letter written on Gov. Jerry Brown's letterhead stationary where the Gov explains how the accounting for single meter, multiple unit dwellings is to be calculated.   It was the way I had said.  at this point it became a case of who are you going to believe, the management company's attorney, or Gov. Jerry Brown?

      The, TPTB totally brutalized me, took the project away from me while saying that I had engaged in the most scurrilous lies and slander against our noble management company and that they had to take the project away from me and give it to some "reasonable" people because I was incompetent and unable to get the job done.  Then we got only 2/3 of what we were probably owed; I was never allowed to see the books.

      I stormed out of the meeting shouting "F** Y*" at the Board member who was chairing the meeting.  Since then, I avoid all contact with everyone here as much as possible.  I go down to get my mail after 10:00 P.M., etc.

      I apologize for this way-too- long tirade.  If anyone finished reading this, Thank you!

      "The war against Bradley Manning is a war against us all." Chris Hedges

      by dharmasyd on Tue Apr 16, 2013 at 08:00:04 PM PDT

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