People Bug Me!

Ok, I'll probably read this tomorrow and think I totally overreacted. But that's tomorrow, and this is today. And today I am bugged. And it's dumb, too because it wasn't actually even that big of a part of my day, probably 5 minutes total, but I'm still bugged. My husband will read this and tell me I'm ridiculous, because he is much too nice of a person to ever be bugged. But that's him, not me. I'm still bugged.

We have been apartment managers since October. It's a good job for us to have right now, and I feel like it's a way that I can contribute a little bit, monitarily at least, to our family. The job has some nice perks; however, it also has a few people that come along with it  that I'd like to throw a snow ball at. It's winter, and awhile ago it snowed pretty heavily. The parking lot of our complex became and ice skating rink. The owner doesn't like to have it plowed unless the snow gets really deep because there isn't a lot of room to put the plowed snow, and therefore it eats into the parking spaces, and then people complain. The parking lot is too big for us to shovel. So pretty much it's on it's own. It's usually pretty slippery and icy. I realize this condition is not ideal, and I feel bad that the tenants (that includes us by the way) have to walk on ice to get to their cars. This year, the owner decided to try some heavy duty ice melt in the parking lot. He ordered it, and it took a long time to get here. But when it got here, we spread it on the parking lot and it worked wonders. The ice was almost melted, and then....of course, it snowed again last night leaving the parking lot covered again, and quickly turning into and ice skating rink once more. So that's the parking lot story.

Well this morning, Unnamed Tenant comes knocking on my door. I open it, and am greeted with, "I need the snow shovel, I am NOT going to go out on ice AGAIN tonight." At which point, I turned around and walked away from the door into the back, and Aaron handed her the snow shovel. I don't know if they had any further conversation. I was semi-bugged then. Why not say, "Hi/Good morning/How are you? etc., I was wondering if I could borrow the snow shovel, I just feel like getting some of that ice out of the way." Or something even remotely pleasant. (Usually we leave the snow shovel right outside our door, and tenants know that they are willing to use it whenever they want as long as they bring it back. It just so happened to be really windy a couple of days ago, so we'd brought it inside because it kept tipping over.) Anyways, so I was slightly bugged by this person, but she took the shovel and procedeeded to begin shoveling the parking lot. And Aaron, bless his heart, was like, maybe we should pay her for her time? And I was ornery and I said, "No! If the owner wants to pay to have the parking lot shoveled by hand, he would have us do it."

Anyways, then a little while later, Unnamed Tenant knocks on my door again, hands me the shovel and says, "I didn't make much progress. (Ya think?) You know, you aught to talk to the owner about buying an ATV and putting a shovel on the front. It wouldn't take very long that way, and if you'd get it before anyone drove on it, then it wouldn't be so icy." I probably gave her the dumbest blank stare. I didn't know how to respond. Aaron, who was sitting in the chair next to the door, said, "Actually the owner has an ATV and he just bought a shovel for the front of it." But we weren't about to go into all the details about the parking lot, the owner, and the ATV with this woman. She left, I shut the door.

I don't know. I guess what bugged me so much about this whole encounter was the fact that she acted like we didn't give a flying fig about the condition of the parking lot. When in reality, it's a topic we discuss on a daily basis. So I'm venting. There you have it. People bug me.