Sunset

Night At the Beach

I actually had some time to get away from the buildings and spend some time at the beach!

I went out for an early ride and came home and just raced like a madman to get stuff done. All in all it was a pretty smooth day. Sometimes after a really harrowing day things will tend to lighten up a bit.

Not too much to report today. The same  old crap,

same toilet!

I’ll have something “Juicy” tomorrow maybe… Stay tuned

Good Guy…Bad Guy

“I would rather do anything than tackle that empty page, because what you do on that page is you.” John Updike

Writing every day is tough to do!

I’m so glad I’m not a miserable old man! I can be miserable, but not really in a way that I desperately seek to take all my grievance’s out on others.

I have a very miserable man that tends to throw the same card down when he doesn’t get his way. This is the same guy I mentioned that wanted me to replace heairo-rator in his faucet (the thingy that makes your water bubble). So again he calls the housing inspector. This is the fourth time now. I know it’s him too. The housing inspector is getting sick of him and leaked to me that this anonymous person has a very distinct voice…ahem…cough-cough…Russian.

M.O. – 50’s 60’s abusive, tries to be flirty and smart around young girls (they tell me he’s a big douche’ bag!). He hates male compitition and will use any filthy Bush league tactic to bring you down. A Genuine P.I.G. Thinks he knows everything and loves to lecture me like I’m fourteen years old…Well, he doesn’t know what he’s dealing with! I can out douche bag him with one hand tied behind my back!

It just sucks, it’s like a giant toothache. One more thing I just don’t feel like, or have the time to  deal with.

I don’t want to be to whinny, so I’ll cut it off here.
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A great writer passed away today…John Updike. His resume is pretty awesome. I’m so humbled yet inspired by by people of this caliber. I can only wish to write one book in my lifetime, let alone one a year and more. Such great passionate stuff too. I want to write now at this old age. I’m discovering that it’s actually more immediately satisfying than writing music. It almost seems like I don’t have space or time to really write music. There are too many factors involved. Writing, production and performing are a struggle to keep in balance. I practice my instruments a lot, but I’m never happy with my performance. Writing is seemingly a little less technique and more heart and soul. It’s hard to spell check a guitar or bass solo.

I’m still trying. Ever since my significant other has been out of work, space has become impossible. Maybe if I’m miles away on my bike that’s the only space I get from anything anymore. I can almost tune out when I’m writing like this and focus, but the music is too hard, especially with the TV on every second. That’s OK, I need her to be happy. I need a stable foundation to do this.

Sorry no pictures today. I’m getting my Samsung camera back from the shop tomorrow! I’m really excited!

Pictures tomorrow for sure!

Downtown

Downtown canopy

I’ve always found being downtown in any city somewhat comforting. I can’t really put a finger on it, but I think I just enjoy “Hub bub”.

Maybe the feeling a corpuscle feels (if it had feelings) when it gets closer to the Heart…The center of all things, the intelligence, or Godlike residence. Power, unity and organization. The opposite of chaos, a planned intelligence. Like a blanket of safety and oneness.

Within this organisation is creative artistic, organic organization.

Creative organic organization

For some reason I like the combination of the dreary rain against concrete monoliths and the shiny glass where droplets form and come together just like the individuals that come together and  fade into crowds of which move together in universal orchestration…

The “Hub bub”. Much ado about something. I’ve always known somewhere in the center of my being that someday I would reside in a city. When I was a kid I was fascinated with downtown Boston. I couldn’t wait to make periodic trips with my parents there, even though they hated the city. I only wish I had at a younger age just gone ahead and taken the leap and moved to the city. I think I would be more together now…I just know.

"Life reflected in the mirror of a downtown bank" Joni Mitchell

I love it here in my concrete getaway…I love to ride my bike through the canyons and feel myself secure in this little cosmos…

Whenever things get really bad and I’m up against the wall I walk out to the middle of California street way up on the hill and gaze down to the valley below and know in a small way I’ve made it to my destiny…there’s a poem here, this is a place of romantism and Hub bub…I will be here till the end and try to enjoy the days I have left no matter what tribulations or vissicitudes fall upon me…

Someone to share with...

I know that I have someone here to share this adventure with who means to me so much…

This day was a beautiful day…to few and far between, I yearn for the next.

Mans own creations watch over him and the Universe watches over everything…timeless eternity.

timeless...

Dumb Colombo

If you’re not familiar with the show “Colombo”, it’s about a strange brilliant detective who plays dumb but always gets his man through amazing mathematics and intuition. He has this one move where right before he exits the door after an interrogation he’ll stop and turn…”Oh, there’s one more thing.” That’s when he hits the perp off the head with a left handed comment and the guilty party sits there with their tongue hanging out.-Case closed.

Some of the residents in my buildings are like that detective. We’ll cross paths..”hello”…”Good morining”… and I see the gears turning, it’s then I try to evacuate the area “fiddles with keys to get in door” …”music from Jaws place softly”… Then!

Oh…By the way…

DOH! I’m caught, then comes the grind, “pack the bags we’re going on a guilt trip”

There’s actually one guy that does it to me every time I see him and it’s darn right annoying! How can he expect me to do anything? I’m the manager for cryin out loud! I’m supposed to put shit off long enough till the Housing Inspector is banging down my door…at least that’s the way I’ve always seen it done!

I have one guy who’s been chasing me down for weeks and I finally found out that all he needs is and airorator for his faucet! (the thing that bubbles your water) Jeeeshhh…It’s cheaper than a light bulb and easier to replace (you don’t have to get up on a ladder). Some shit people have to do for themselves.

So anyway this guy wants me to paint a spot on his ceiling but, the whole apartment is just dripping with thick yellow nicotine, like what’s the point? Sometimes it’s just about powerplaying. Angry guy’s not getting laid so he’ll start bitch slapping anyone available to him to make him feel like he has some power still…Nope you don’t. Sorry to inform you once you stop getting laid it’s over dude…just go jump off a cliff! Believe me it’s Over!!! Same with the man hating cat ladies…Holy Shit! talk about being a bullseye! These woman are insane. More on that later.

I think when people hit their 50’s life really changes catastrophically. Woman in their 50’s look good of can look good and guys can look good if they want, you just got to work at it. Don’t give up getting laid and having sex…The world could be a better place with everyone satisfied.

Stop staring at your faucet and take a look at that cat lady, you mind find something there…get a life…I’m trying to anyway.

It’s Got To Get Better…

It will get better. Got my pay check today without a pink slip, I’m still in play!

I kind of shirked my duties today and took a semi-day off. How could you not have smile on your face today! I was so happy to see that helicopter flying away with Bush…Yippee.

I was so happy today when Aretha started to sing…a proud moment.

I wont go on too much tonight, spent too much time on my other site, so if you want to read some more…

http://taxi777petesblog.blogspot.com/

Pretty Scary Times

Hope fully many more to come

My company lost 51 buildings to the bank yesterday, as reported by one of my residents.

I never hear from the office anymore…kind of feel shut out of the loop. I’m getting strange people calling from the office and asking questions but not giving me any information…

I’m hoping that when I go pick up my small paycheck today, that I won’t be picking up a pink slip with it!

Inauguration:

What a great day in history today. Finally George is being shown to the door after running this country into the ground. Shame on him…I can’t wait for him to go!

I may make a trip down to the big deal at the civic center to check it all out and be a part of it. We all deserve a pat on the back for changeing the course of this country.

It’s back…I mean I’m back

“All you do is ride your bike”… So say’s the brainless twit receptionist behind the desk. She told me I need to get a job?

She was a shitty waitress at a crappy cafe and caught the eye of one of the male office workers who got her a job no experience in the leasing department…The Brainless twit proceeded to stall applications and or loose them…fuck them up whatever and cost me lots of money.

Now she’s working her way down the ladder because she is a useless turd. I HATE PEOPLE LIKE HER! I LIVE TO WATCH THEM FAIL! FUCKING PIG PEOPLE!

Ok, ok I’m a little hot around the collar. There are two things you never do in life… 1. Don’t ever mess with a black woman’s weave. 2. Don’t ever tell a guy he rides his bike too much! I sold my car and I commute on my bike…so… when I come to the office I ride a bike, that’s why your pea brain discerns that all I do is ride my bike. OK? Miss SmartyPants?

I have a difficult all consuming job and put up with so much crap…to have to listen to this 2 bit bimbo rap me with her shit was just unconscionable!

I’m really in a bad mood with work and the disrespect that I recieve day to day from people, but at least I have a job and a roof over  my head…I keep telling myself that.

and…I get to ride my bike!

Later…The Manager, barely managing life!

Toast

Sorry for so long between blogs…The manager is toast, plagued with insufferable burnout and lack of time.

Hopefully I’ll be back asap.

Pete

In with the new boss…El Jefe Nuevo

I’ve been through more Boss’s than lies between Bush’s teeth!
We’re going on numero 6 now! How many boss’s does it take me to screw in a light bulb? The problem I have with so many transitions is that I have these chronic ongoing problems that never get solved. It’s completely exasperating…The amount of time, energy, manpower and money that has been accumulated is pretty sinful at best. It makes me look like an impotent a-hole to all parties involved. The shit’s just not getting done.

I used to do:
Leases
Rents (projecting, notifying, increases, collecting)
Contractor hiring
Landscaping
Most Maintenance
Supply ordering

Now the bright ones have created a department for everyone of those items of concern and a District manager to boot. Then there’s the operations manager and so on. You’re getting close to a half dozen people I have to deal with at any one time! No wonder nothing get’s done. They don’t even call me half the time when an apartment get’s rented…the new tenant just shows up and asks for the keys and I look like a dummy cause no one told me that the unit was even rented!

At least the new boss seems pretty much an OK guy, so I think maybe we can change the mood and situation here. The economy has really smacked some people and companies pretty hard, so I think that’s part of the problem. I feel like a lost Island out here…all alone in my own hell.
I know this is pretty boring stuff but, it gives you an idea what going on with this type of buisness I’m in.

Venting

Substance abuse is probably one of the  hardest problems to deal with in my buildings. Not that I haven’t been guilty myself. I had been alcohol free since October of 1984 till the Summer of 2002, when I made a big mistake and started back up again which led to a lot of problems. I stopped again in July of 2007 and haven’t gone back. Ironically dealing with drug addicts and bad tenants is what helped push me back into the alcohol.

Life is tough sometimes and it’s tempting to fall into an easy way through it all, probably the fast way through it actually.

I’ve dealt with some pretty tough situations over the years. Without getting too involved (I’m afraid the party’s involved may sue me). I’ve had situations turnaround to make it look like I was the one with the drug problem. The situation was pretty ludicrous and is still on going. I’m as straight as an arrow and I’m not going to let anybody take me down with wild accusations. I heard through my sources out right lies said about me and people being pretty mean spirited behind my back. That’s OK though cause in the end they all fall and I get to be the one left smiling…and if you’re reading this you know who I’m talking about so you can just “Suck it Asshole”…”I win” You’re in fucking jail and I’m here!

Sorry about that to anyone reading this if you’re my friend, I just felt it was time to “spike the ball” believe me it was well earned! I’ve been pushed around and screwed with for to long by drug addicts.
I work on them slow and methodically till they lose. I’ve been lied to cheated and ripped off and I’m really done with it!

It’s tough seeing good people who just want to live their lives, do their jobs and have to suffer for the few who are to lazy to get their shit together.

I’m venting because this has been a real shit week due to out of control people. I’m still recovering after successive nights of being woken up at all hours (four nights in a row actually) and that was on top of being sick.

Ok I’m done, so put the crack pipe down and get some sleep!