My prophetic gifts are rapidly collapsing. This morning was the second time in one weekend when I, with confidence, mis-predicted what would happen. Please don’t stone me. I’m not worth the rocks. I walked into coffee expecting to hear plenty of talk about the pending departure of our beloved manager and maintenance man. The silence was deafening. It almost knocked me off my chair. Gail was there and she just shook her head “no” and the conversation about ancient healing remedies continued. It seems we all had the same things rubbed on us or poured down out throats. More about that in another posting.
As is typical of a non-gossipy morning, people wandered in and out. Chas rode in on his motorized wheelchair with his quilting materials in hand. That always means he wants to talk or hear what is going on. The maintenance man came into the kitchen and Maria casually walked out to greet him AND learn all she could about our pending loss. By the time she returned she had to catch us up on all the latest. Chas told her they were leaving, but both Gail and I played ignorant, but with only the four of us there for a while, we were caught up on the latest. The latest was nothing more than what we all knew, just from a newer source. They will be leaving July 5.
We decided to give them a print of one of my drawing. There was one in particular that they really liked. Besides, a print from me would be cheap. Chas paid for a frame. This was a great weekend for frames. Joann’s had them at 60% off. I hope that price is still there by this weekend when I get paid. I really want to pick up a few more.
LATER THE SAME DAY
Our fearless leaders returned from the other complex they also serve (maybe for the last time). Corporate leaders were there to bid them a found farewell. They couldn’t help it; they had to take a swipe at the manager. “We will be hiring a maintenance replacement, but no manager. And it will not be a couple. One wants to work and the other does not.” I’m surprised they didn’t walk out then and there.
At least they had some sore of farewell. So far, nothing is scheduled like that here. That’s what caused the fuss this afternoon. Why aren’t we having a farewell party? Well, they like them better than us. We are called the worst complex in the system. At least we have a title. Makes me feel important.
The newsletter has not been printed yet. It may be held up because I scheduled a Fourth of July BBQ and birthday celebration. That was a little bold. We normally have a tenants meeting once a month, but because our fearless leaders are leaving before our normal meeting time, nothing was planned. So I planned it. That should tick someone off. We don’t need them. They might even pull the BBQ announcement, but it’s a holiday and the corporate bosses won’t come here. We will have the BBQ anyway and talk about how to overthrow those dictators. I know that’s a really bold statement, but I didn’t really mean it.
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