What is it about annual condo meetings that make them so boring? Is it the property manager, who looks a little too much like a used car sales man with his tired looking sports coat, or the lawyer, spitting out his legal jargon authoritatively to the uneducated onlookers, or the millions of questions the owners ask about the most mundane daily occurrences?
Wednesday night I am, sitting quietly amongst the sea of elderly and like a good politician, smiling a thoothy smile all over the room, when my eyes wander over to a group of little ole things, sitting in the corner on the couch.
I flash my pearly whites and in return I get the dirtiest looks. Puzzled, I try again, brighter, happier, really the best smile I have ever mustered….and again nothing.
As the evening progresses, I am invited to stand up and say a few words. Modeling myself after Obama, I say, “Folks, we know that hard times lay ahead of us, but I want to let you know, I will work for you….” At the end of my speech, there is cheering, I hear someone say loudly, “wow so young and so well spoken,” the cleaner lady exclaims, “Preeetie Girl,” and as I am putting my behind back into the chair, I notice a frail ole thing in the middle of the couch, rise up…..it is my arch nemesis….Dorothy
I plaster my best Obama smile, as she begins with “Young Lady, I want to ask you a question, Last year you had a party….”
Sadly Dorothy was unable to continue. The entire room erupted into commotion, and everyone began yelling at the poor thing, to shut up, to leave the poor young girl alone, telling her she was the reason young people didn’t attend, and so on.
It got so bad that Dorothy ended up leaving in quite a huff.
As she was stalking out, she attempted to slam the door to show here irritation.
Trouble was she couldn’t get the door open.
Graciously I opened the door for her, and as she stalked out she says, “I’ll be watching you.”
Ladies and Gentleman, here lies another perfect example of well functioning democracy.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tonight I stand for elections.
Each year my condo elects a few new members to their governing committee. My neighbor, also my co worker, asked me to consider running in the summer, and I said sure why not. And then I proceeded to forget all about it.
The other day, while minding my own business checking my mail, I am confronted with a large notice with my name in bold letters: announcing to all of the building that I was running for elections. I paused for a moment, reflecting on the little charge that ran to my body, first of horror, then of frenzied excitement. Is this how Obama feels every time he walks into a rally smattered with blue and white signs, his name everywhere.
But Alas my little high and feeling of being a selfless soul was soon brought back to reality. A smear campaign being led by one of the older fruits in the building, who is still upset over a little rowdy party I threw last year, (Talk about holding a grudge,) has been going around telling people that the new young tenant running for election is up to no good! I believe the word trouble has been peppered into many conversations along with the words irresponsible and untrustworthy. My dear readers this dottish fool has apparently been learning a thing or two from the McCain campaign.
Who is this nemesis? Her name is Dorothy; she’s stood for elections for the fast five years. Sadly due to her volatile nature, has never been let on and is bitter.
Thus all week I’ve been preparing my grand speech cleverly adding in phrases particularly reassuring to the elderly, arming myself for the inevitable confrontation.
And the worst part is, I’ve just realized that I’ve somehow committed myself to fighting with an old bag for the privilege of spending the next year in the company of seniors.
Perhaps this will count as part of my purgatory sentence?
The other day, while minding my own business checking my mail, I am confronted with a large notice with my name in bold letters: announcing to all of the building that I was running for elections. I paused for a moment, reflecting on the little charge that ran to my body, first of horror, then of frenzied excitement. Is this how Obama feels every time he walks into a rally smattered with blue and white signs, his name everywhere.
But Alas my little high and feeling of being a selfless soul was soon brought back to reality. A smear campaign being led by one of the older fruits in the building, who is still upset over a little rowdy party I threw last year, (Talk about holding a grudge,) has been going around telling people that the new young tenant running for election is up to no good! I believe the word trouble has been peppered into many conversations along with the words irresponsible and untrustworthy. My dear readers this dottish fool has apparently been learning a thing or two from the McCain campaign.
Who is this nemesis? Her name is Dorothy; she’s stood for elections for the fast five years. Sadly due to her volatile nature, has never been let on and is bitter.
Thus all week I’ve been preparing my grand speech cleverly adding in phrases particularly reassuring to the elderly, arming myself for the inevitable confrontation.
And the worst part is, I’ve just realized that I’ve somehow committed myself to fighting with an old bag for the privilege of spending the next year in the company of seniors.
Perhaps this will count as part of my purgatory sentence?
Monday, October 27, 2008
Random Thoughts
I have little to no inclination to blog these days. It has something to do with all the resume screening, that makes my eyes weepy and red at the end of the day, and all the interviewing, that makes my happy outgoing personality retreat into a sullen, quiet person by about 6 pm. It is a blessing that I live alone at the moment.
It’s been a year since I bought the condo. It is still not painted, yet as I looked around last night, I realized how much I love every little nook and cranny of the space. It is finally ‘my space.’ Every little arrangement and adornment has my mark.
Ahhh Im one of those people who talk too much about their job! I love my job. In these times of economic uncertainty (I’ve been watching a lot of CNN,) how great is it to give people jobs. Also there is something ever so satisfying about finding the right fit. It’s like a perfect click.
I went to an event entitled Black love last night, it was a poetry spoken word kind of thing, and was quite interesting. How interesting is it to see men standing up passionately declaring in words feelings of love, lust and desire. Sitting in the audience, I considered, would I truly appreciate such a man? Or would I look at him as a bit of nut sitting around sprouting his pretty words all over the places, poor as a church mouse, whilst I slog my way through life? Or could I be a bigger person and realize how amazing a soul is who has the courage to dedicate their life to their passion? The jury is still out.
I joined an online dating site for three weeks. I had a really good profile, if I may toot my own horn, yet I realized I’m not the online type. First off I was too judgmental. I weeded through pictures, dismissing on looks, occasionally I scanned profiles, but mostly the men fell into two categories, immature, with profiles that said, I’ve come on to find a nice person to hang out with, or the uber mature, who describe in painstaking detail what they want out of their future wife. I was also particularly turned of by the ones who had quotes. I am all about having a favorite quote, but attaching it to your profile is nerdy. Perhaps it was the site, perhaps it’s timing, but it wasn’t working out, so kaboom, I’m back to old fashioned, meet in person kind of possibilities.
I’ll try and post more often…till then, toodles..
It’s been a year since I bought the condo. It is still not painted, yet as I looked around last night, I realized how much I love every little nook and cranny of the space. It is finally ‘my space.’ Every little arrangement and adornment has my mark.
Ahhh Im one of those people who talk too much about their job! I love my job. In these times of economic uncertainty (I’ve been watching a lot of CNN,) how great is it to give people jobs. Also there is something ever so satisfying about finding the right fit. It’s like a perfect click.
I went to an event entitled Black love last night, it was a poetry spoken word kind of thing, and was quite interesting. How interesting is it to see men standing up passionately declaring in words feelings of love, lust and desire. Sitting in the audience, I considered, would I truly appreciate such a man? Or would I look at him as a bit of nut sitting around sprouting his pretty words all over the places, poor as a church mouse, whilst I slog my way through life? Or could I be a bigger person and realize how amazing a soul is who has the courage to dedicate their life to their passion? The jury is still out.
I joined an online dating site for three weeks. I had a really good profile, if I may toot my own horn, yet I realized I’m not the online type. First off I was too judgmental. I weeded through pictures, dismissing on looks, occasionally I scanned profiles, but mostly the men fell into two categories, immature, with profiles that said, I’ve come on to find a nice person to hang out with, or the uber mature, who describe in painstaking detail what they want out of their future wife. I was also particularly turned of by the ones who had quotes. I am all about having a favorite quote, but attaching it to your profile is nerdy. Perhaps it was the site, perhaps it’s timing, but it wasn’t working out, so kaboom, I’m back to old fashioned, meet in person kind of possibilities.
I’ll try and post more often…till then, toodles..
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