Full House!

Getting close to 100% occupation. A managers dream. I’ve never had so many vacancies for such an extended period of time. The rents are to high for time we’re in right now.

There’s no re-modeling going on right now, my company just doesn’t have the money…I guess their not getting a bail out. I heard through the grapevine that there’s been a lot of finacial woe.

This is a very hard blog to keep up with BTW. I have to be really careful of what I say. My job is at risk, so I have to really dance around a lot of issues and sometimes speak in a kind of code. I do hope the best for my company, I don’t want to have to get another job. There are also some people amoung the skunks that I do care about. I’ve lost a lot of money/earnings due to the “Skunkatude” of some people. A lot of the power I once had has been un-fairly squandered away by the greedy ones.

My buildings that I manage are still standing and haven’t been repo’d by the banks…Yet!…

I think I’m gonna be an asshole and ask for a raise this week! That would go over like a lead balloon. It would be funny though.

Still dealing with some pretty bad tenants, but I’m going to really get down and go after them. I’ve had it. The new manager is in town and he’s pissed. I think I’ll make a game of it and really start laying it on them and try to get them out of my buildings. I’m just grouchy enough and sick of their abusive ways towards me.

Can you tell I’m in a Pissy mood?

I have this one German guy who keeps calling the housing inspector on me. He’s first. I’m done with him. He’s not even on the lease! What an idiot.

Oh the reason he hates me is cause I told him for the upteenth time to not park in the fire lane between the buildings. 

So I’m turning over a new leaf… and hoping for the best.

Dog Crap

Just finished building up a bicycle today. As I walked it down the ally I was in a very good state of mind for the first time all week. I rolled the bike in to the livingroom very proud of my creation as I looked down at the bike…Arrrggh! Dog Shit!

People who let their dogs crap out on the sidwalk and don’t pick it up are the same as that piece of crap on my livingroom floor.

More and more I’m seeing this kind of attitude. I’m constantly picking up after people who are just too lazy to throw their trash away, break down box’s, stay up late to all hours partying without regard to anyone around them.

Ok enough of the rant.

Trash duty is the worst part of the job here. I remember when we first moved here and the previous manager had abandoned the buildings, I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t even know till the third day that there was a trash shoot in my main building. The trash was literally up to the 3rd floor in the trash shoot. When I opened the door it was packed solid in the boiler room trash door I reached in to pull out some trash and got immediatly slashed with a piece of glass and started bleeding profusely.

I’ve found some strange stuff there.

The trash guys told me that years ago there was a hot girl up on one of the floors that use too drop naked pictures of herself, not sure if it was on purpose…man I wish she still lived here. Tons of medications and once about a half a dozen dildos found their way to the top of the heap. I put those sticking out of the trash in various angles for the trash guys, so when they picked up they’d have to wonder.

The toughest is the cat litter, sometimes I can barely budge some of those barrels…

Well enough trash talk…

77 I’m cheating!

I’m cheating and duplicating my bike blog over to here…I thought it had some relevance and I’m to tired to come up with another thought for this blog…BTW Cathy served dinner to one of my building witch’s today…There are few people that I get close to in my job as manager, but she’s the exception…good people…

To busy to blog…I kind of thought life began to slow down when you hit 50…I guess I need to rethink that fable. I’ve been back into the music lately so I’m trying to ride the creative wave, like getting up at 4:30 and working in my studio till 10am, jamming my work into a couple of hours, trying to get some riding in and just generally running around like a chicken with my head cut of. Today I had a therapy session, had to leave there and pick up a bike from a friend in Anioch/Pittsburg then came home without eating and completely stripped the bike down, then ate. Watched American Idol (love the auditions). Now I should be re-editing my Bicycle mag blog, but I’m putting that off till I’m fresh in the morning…If I have time. I got a really nice email from my niece about my blog that made me feel glad that I do this…sometimes I just don’t know. I like that people read it and I’m trying to keep it fresh and something new everyday to think about. I bet that you all have interesting lives, even if you think it’s boring, it’s probably not . Everyone no matter who they are have some interesting qualities and something to throw into the pot. We all want to learn and hear what people do in their life. It’s in out nature to be that way…we’re curious. Some of us are really shy and would like to be able to express ourselves freely. Hopefully you can live somewhat vicariously through people like me who a have just enough screws loose to put these expulsions out there in the world for people to read and take heart or just plain guffaw! For myself I love reading blogs, some are very inspireing or just plain soap operas in general…I like my friend M.E. Rider’s blog…alway’s an entertaining saga. I get my coffee and can’t wait to sit down and munch on her tale of woe! I like my friend Ron’s blog, just cause he’s my friend and makes me laugh. There are many, too many to list here. My friends all have their favorites and I read those too…It’s all inspiring for me and keeps me going and getting through this journey. Lifes just not boring you gotta get out there and grab it, jump into it, throw it down and stomp on it…pick it up and do it again and life may bite back, but so another lesson learned and of course you know that which doesn’t kill us…. well you know! So heres my new bike…or old bike-1977 Centurion. Cathy and I were married in 77 in the 7th month…my favorite number is 7. 7 comes up in just about everything I do. It will be a good bike…we’ll spend a lot of time together and I call her… Siu

My new bike...old bike!

Not So Fast Senor’

I had a maintenance guy they through at me one time. Let me say first, I hate being Boss…El Jefe…Sucks! Hate it!

The relationship started out OK, but after awhile the guy became really belligerant and threatening. We talked a lot about sports and he liked to work out a lot. He started telling about the powders and formulas that He thought I should take, that they would make me strong and fast. I noticed over a period of weeks that his mood and attitude were changing and deterriorating. He was becoming pretty harsh and snappy with me.

After awhile It dawned on me when I noticed how muscular he had become…ROIDS! He was “Roid Raging!” I couldn’t believe how much it had changed his personality. It all finally cuminated one day when he needed to talk to me. We were in a room and he cut off my exit then started really acting out…I managed to get past him and outside, my knees were shaking. I really though he was going to kill me. I fired him and later heard that he was having major problems with others too.

How my company let this asshole stay employed with them is beyond me.

Years later I have an apartment to be remodeled. The supervisor tells me the contractor will be this same asshole! HOLY CRAP! I got in a bit of an argument with the guy, so we’ll see what happens. I could be leaving my job over this one…

Cardboard Shoes

Keeping a balance between work and pleasure can be a difficult quest. I tend to spend more time lately putting off work for pleasure ie: riding my bike, even late into the night. Definitely not answering my phone as much as I used to. It’s been tough lately. Burnout lack of pay and incentive is taking the wind out of my sails. I think I’m actually going to have to break down and get a second job. If I do it will have to be driving a cab. I don’t think I can do anything else. I really need to be by myself in a working situation. I can’t have someone hovering over me all day.

Today I was coming home from a day on the bike and as I’m carrying my bike up the stairs from chinatown I saw a poor guy making himself a pair of shoes out of cardboard and string. I’m broke myself and I couldn’t buy the guy a pair of shoes, but sheeesh! Such an awefull thing to have to see in this day and age. I feel like in a way I’m teeter tottering on the edge myself half the time too. I feel like that way things are going I could be making my own pair of shoes out here someday.

Just gets me thinking how much I need to appreciate what I have right now and in this moment.

Just another day in the big city.