Jester
07-06-2008, 06:46 PM
I mentioned in another thread (http://customerssuck.com/board/showthread.php?t=31048) how my friend Abbey and her daughter Dragon (my niece) are moving to Texas, and how her other daughter Princess (my other niece) has gotten her own place here to finish out her last year of high school.
I also mentioned how the corporation that runs this complex gave Abbey and her boss a very short window to get out of their apartments. Well, L. is all settled into her new place, Princess is settling in, and Abbey and Dragon are somewhere between Birmingham and Houston right now.
But the fucking company gave them SO little notice that Abbey had to leave a lot of stuff behind. Mostly it was stuff they no longer needed or wanted, and she allowed several of her friends (including yours truly) to go get whatever they wanted. I had my eye on a spice rack, but took my time, and now someone else got it.
This is not why I am so hopped up right now.
As I was going through the apartment, I kept running across stuff that kids, that people, should not be forced to leave behind.
Trophies.
Books.
Games.
Luggage.
Costumes.
Music.
Now, I would have liked to believe that the new complex manager is just a guy that corporate picked to come down here and run the place, and he had no hand in all this idiocy. Of course, to believe that, I'd have to ignore the obvious evidence.....like him and his flunkies constantly harping on Abbey, and then today harping on her friends, that she should have been out already, that the apartment is now THEIRS not HERS, etc. This last bit is technically correct, but the stuff INSIDE the apartment is NOT theirs, so they can go piss up a rope for all I care. Hell, this family was forced to get in a U-Haul and leave the town they've known for so long (in Dragon's case, all her life) on the Fourth of frickin' July. And the office isn't even open until Monday....what the fuck are they bitching about?
These people, these corporate drones, who know nothing of the complex, know nothing of Key West, know nothing of the people they have pissed off, have violated a very simple Law of the Universe:
Do not fuck with Jester or Jester's loved ones. BAAAAAD things happen to those that fuck with Jester or his loved ones. BAD things.
Not, mind you, that I am going to do anything stupid or rash. I still am waiting for these pinheads to get me my new lease so I can be settled for the next year, until I move back to Phoenix. And that's something else that's interesting. See, under Abbey and L., when I needed a new lease, they would just whip it up. No muss, no fuss. I have been in to the office FOUR TIMES since the takeover to request the new lease, and keep getting told to come back. The first time, understandable, they had just walked into a new situation. But now they are telling me they are waiting for some software so they can download the lease. Up, geniuses? I have a lease. Copy it, change some numbers and dates, and voila! New fucking lease! Real complicated, ain't it?
Also, these corporate fuckwads sent out a little notice to all residents telling them how much they are going to improve the place. The pool's been closed for the last week plus, with a broken part. A WEEK? In JULY? Come on, people, seriously?
I am so mad right now, I want to break something. Better yet, someone. As I was going through the apartment, I found this little wall hanging, a little silly angel thing, with Dragon's name on it. I am sure, as a teenager, she would be very embarrassed by this. But it made me want to break down and fucking cry.
Okay, Management Cocksuckers. You've been warned. Baaad things are coming your way, and it's completely out of my hands. You have violated a Universal Law, and Karma is going to bitchslap you in ways you didn't know were possible. So bend over, grab your ankles, look up, and kiss your ass goodbye!!!
And you may think this is just idle talk, but just ask those who have fucked with me.
Ask Dumbass, who tried to assault me and caused major problems at one of my favorite bars, and is now cooling his heels in the clink and facing seven criminal charges, three of them felonies.
Ask The Worst Girlfriend I Ever Had, who fucked with me and fucked over several of my friends, and who is now a convicted felon.
Ask Chief Ass, who used to work with me, and fucked with me, and eventually got fired and labeled as a thief.
Ask Dirtbag, who fucked with me, and is now a miserable drunk loser who hates his life.
You just don't fuck with Jester, assclowns.
But now you've called down the thunder, and karma has you targeted, and it's coming for YOU!
Today I really hate people! I really fucking hate people. :burnup:
I also mentioned how the corporation that runs this complex gave Abbey and her boss a very short window to get out of their apartments. Well, L. is all settled into her new place, Princess is settling in, and Abbey and Dragon are somewhere between Birmingham and Houston right now.
But the fucking company gave them SO little notice that Abbey had to leave a lot of stuff behind. Mostly it was stuff they no longer needed or wanted, and she allowed several of her friends (including yours truly) to go get whatever they wanted. I had my eye on a spice rack, but took my time, and now someone else got it.
This is not why I am so hopped up right now.
As I was going through the apartment, I kept running across stuff that kids, that people, should not be forced to leave behind.
Trophies.
Books.
Games.
Luggage.
Costumes.
Music.
Now, I would have liked to believe that the new complex manager is just a guy that corporate picked to come down here and run the place, and he had no hand in all this idiocy. Of course, to believe that, I'd have to ignore the obvious evidence.....like him and his flunkies constantly harping on Abbey, and then today harping on her friends, that she should have been out already, that the apartment is now THEIRS not HERS, etc. This last bit is technically correct, but the stuff INSIDE the apartment is NOT theirs, so they can go piss up a rope for all I care. Hell, this family was forced to get in a U-Haul and leave the town they've known for so long (in Dragon's case, all her life) on the Fourth of frickin' July. And the office isn't even open until Monday....what the fuck are they bitching about?
These people, these corporate drones, who know nothing of the complex, know nothing of Key West, know nothing of the people they have pissed off, have violated a very simple Law of the Universe:
Do not fuck with Jester or Jester's loved ones. BAAAAAD things happen to those that fuck with Jester or his loved ones. BAD things.
Not, mind you, that I am going to do anything stupid or rash. I still am waiting for these pinheads to get me my new lease so I can be settled for the next year, until I move back to Phoenix. And that's something else that's interesting. See, under Abbey and L., when I needed a new lease, they would just whip it up. No muss, no fuss. I have been in to the office FOUR TIMES since the takeover to request the new lease, and keep getting told to come back. The first time, understandable, they had just walked into a new situation. But now they are telling me they are waiting for some software so they can download the lease. Up, geniuses? I have a lease. Copy it, change some numbers and dates, and voila! New fucking lease! Real complicated, ain't it?
Also, these corporate fuckwads sent out a little notice to all residents telling them how much they are going to improve the place. The pool's been closed for the last week plus, with a broken part. A WEEK? In JULY? Come on, people, seriously?
I am so mad right now, I want to break something. Better yet, someone. As I was going through the apartment, I found this little wall hanging, a little silly angel thing, with Dragon's name on it. I am sure, as a teenager, she would be very embarrassed by this. But it made me want to break down and fucking cry.
Okay, Management Cocksuckers. You've been warned. Baaad things are coming your way, and it's completely out of my hands. You have violated a Universal Law, and Karma is going to bitchslap you in ways you didn't know were possible. So bend over, grab your ankles, look up, and kiss your ass goodbye!!!
And you may think this is just idle talk, but just ask those who have fucked with me.
Ask Dumbass, who tried to assault me and caused major problems at one of my favorite bars, and is now cooling his heels in the clink and facing seven criminal charges, three of them felonies.
Ask The Worst Girlfriend I Ever Had, who fucked with me and fucked over several of my friends, and who is now a convicted felon.
Ask Chief Ass, who used to work with me, and fucked with me, and eventually got fired and labeled as a thief.
Ask Dirtbag, who fucked with me, and is now a miserable drunk loser who hates his life.
You just don't fuck with Jester, assclowns.
But now you've called down the thunder, and karma has you targeted, and it's coming for YOU!
Today I really hate people! I really fucking hate people. :burnup: