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Sunday, July 3, 2011

Vegas the Infamous Barker

Well yesterday I got the rest of my things out of storage, thank goodness! I am now all moved into my new apartment. I am just getting the things I have out of the boxes they have been stored in for months. All my books are on my book shelf, but I am still working on the rest of my things. Anna comes by to help me now and then, and we've been splitting the things up now that she is living on her own. I am still getting used to all of this. Never in my life have I ever lived in an apartment complex with many other residents living on all sides of me. It's taking me a while to get used to this. The most I've ever lived in like this was a duplex, and for quite a while, ma lived on the other side of the duplex. She's not going to gripe about anything. It's a totally different story here.

Sharon is this landlord's helper. She had been saying for a month that she was going to rent a u-haul to get her own things out of storage and was going to let me use her truck if I paid half the total. I agreed and awaited a date. At first she said it would be 2 weeks from that date, though there was always a 'maybe'. But 2 weeks went by and she never rented the truck. So I asked her again, and then she said she didn't know when she would be able to do anything like that. Which, I really accepted, because I understand her being busy and all. But I am not the kind of person who likes to hear uncertainty. I like to know when I am going to get something, and then when the time comes to get it, get it right away. Sharon, GOD love her, is one of the most unreliable people I've ever met! Whenever she says she is going to do something, it's a roll of the dice whether she does it or not. I noticed that, not just with the truck, but with a lot of other issues too.

There is one person in this complex that I absolutely do not like! I didn't like her from the first second I saw her, right after we moved in here. I do not know her name, and I don't even know if she is a resident of this complex, or just simply someone's caretaker. She is a very tall, lean woman with long, white hair, and Anna said she has a Swedish accent. She's also crazy. LOL! I first saw her the day after we moved in here, and there was just something about her that I instantly didn't like. I don't usually have such a strong dislike of someone I just see walking down the hallway, but when I saw that woman for the first time, my instincts hollared "Stay away from her!" There have been several times I let it be known that I don't like her either. Every time I have ever had that strong of a gut-feeling about someone, and I ignored it because I don't want to be unkind, I always regretted it later on. So I listened.

Well, today I asked Anna to take the dogs out alone because I wanted to stay here and finish the rest of my unpacking, and she was going to take Odessa out anyway, so why not just let her take all the dogs. I mostly spent that time putting my books all on my bookshelf, and cleaning up some places where I wanted to put more stuff. Anna was gone for quite a while. When she came back, she informed me that that same woman was in the parking lot, cleaning her car, and she called out to Anna and started fussing to her about Vegas. Vegas isn't even Anna's dog! Anna told that woman that if she has a complaint about Vegas to discuss it with her sister (me), and that woman said to her "No, I'm not going to discuss it with your sister!" I told Anna I am not surprised she doesn't want to discuss it with me, because she knows I don't like her. I want nothing at all to do with her! But the way Anna described how that woman talked at her, now I understand why my instincts about her were so demanding in telling me to stay away from her. She's no young woman either! She's an old fart! Probably as old as my father, and she's too scared to discuss her problem about Vegas with me.

By the time Anna came back to the apartment, I had a good piling of empty boxes to take down to the dumpster. There were so many, I thought it would be a good idea if I went down there with her to help toss them away. So, we loaded the flattened boxes in this cart and carted them down to the dumpster. While I was there, I was also kindof expecting to see that nutty woman who yelled at Anna about Vegas. But no. She had taken her car and gone away. I said to Anna that woman probably figured Anna was coming up to get me, and so she jumped in her car and ran away like a little pussy. Anna commented that she probably didn't want to talk to me because she doesn't like me. I just said "I really couldn't care less if she doesn't like me!" Believe me, the feeling is mutual, and just as strong, if not stronger! I don't want her to like me! I just want her to stay as far away from me as she possibly can, and leave Vegas alone too. My time will come to yell at her, and believe me I will take that opportunity when I can! But she won't confront me, because she knows that I know she's crazy. In fact, everybody in this complex knows she's crazy. She's also one of Sharon's friends. I've seen her walking Sharon's dog every now and then. Sharon is the only one who is blind to that woman's lunacy. To her, she can do no wrong.

Anna said that she noticed a lot of Sharon's friends were nutty people. I told her that's because Sharon, herself, is a little bit nutty. I noticed that. Especially in the last few days. It could be that it's "that" time of the month for Sharon, I don't know. But she's been acting crazy for the past few days. She's nice most of the time, but I think perhaps she's been spending far too much time with that nutty tall woman, whose name I don't know, and I don't want to know either. Everytime I pass her in the walkway or hallway, I just moan "Ohhh it's that nutty woman!" I think from now on, I'm going to refer to her as "that nutty bitch", because of the way she ran away like a little wimpering bitch when she thought Anna was coming to get me. Hey! I can be a bitch too. Without the wimpering!

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