Creeeeepy

So Ame came over tonight after work. We went on over to Safeway and got some sammich fixins. Then we meandered back to my place and ate our sandwiches and chatted about men/love/sex.

After a couple hours we headed out to Silver City to see Dark Water. I SO SO SO couldn't afford to see a movie, but I really wanted to spend time with Ame, and she really wanted to see a movie, so I splurged. The movie was quite good. Very scary, actually. Jennifer Connelly is, of course, lovely. And the girl who played her daughter was super adorable. I think I'll have bruises tomorrow from Amy grabbing my arm. You should have heard her screaming, it was so funny.

On the way out, she went to use the washroom and I waited outside the bathroom near the place where the people take the tickets. There were two guys standing there arguing with the ticket taker and an assistant manager type dude. The guys were being denied entry. I gathered that they had claimed to have bought tickets but lost them. At one point the assistant manager guy walked away and the ticket taker started talking to the guys. One of the guys referred to one of the other customers as a bitch. Then the ticket taker said 'yeah, she's a total f***ing bitch" etc etc. He continued on in this fashion, AS HE TOOK TICKETS!!! Using VERY bad words. I don't usually complain about service lately, but I have been super ticked lately at the horrible service that seems to be totally acceptable.

Ame came out of the washroom and I said 'I have to talk to a manager right now'. I asked an employee for one and she came right up. I told her exactly what happened and pointed out the dude. She gaped at me in shock, I think she was both shocked and upset. She told me she would talk to him, and unfortunately, she did. Right there, right in front of me. I very much like that she took me seriously, but, believe me, Ame and I hightailed it out of there before he could locate us, cause he was a bit of a scary dude. I don't mean to overdramatize, but I hope he gets good and damn fired. That is unacceptable.

I worked in retail for years, even through my depression and my breakups etc. There were, admittedly, times when I had to run to the back room to cry. But I never never never talked shit about customers where they could possibly hear me. And I always greeted them with and smile and tried to chat in a friendly fashion. And its not like I think I'm so great! I just think that's the barest minimum of common courtesy. These people do get paid to be nice. *ventventvent*

I think Amy thought I was over reacting, but...grr, I can't stop typing about this. I just think that the whole world would be a nice place if we could just force ourselves to even attempt to do unto others as we would have done to us.

I know that its just the rosy glow of a new city. But I really prefer Atlanta to Winnipeg right now. I'm just...tired of Winnipeg. Too many bad memories, too many idiots and dumb drivers and mosquitoes and no Paul or Smeagol. I'm just tired tired tired of it here and want to move to Atlanta and be there forever with Paul.

AND, wanna hear more bitching?! If you don't, stop reading. My caretaker suxors. The building is filthy. Someone kicked a hole in a wall in front of the elevator months ago, hasn't been fixed. Someone slashed a painting in the same spot, still hangs there. Periodically someone will drop some food wrappers or something on the floor. They often stay there for literally months. I used to pick them up, but now I just wanna leave them to see how long it will be before she cleans them up. The buzz-in list at the front has not been updated in almost a year. So when new people want their names up there, they have to follow my lead and print their names on a post it and stick it to the glass that covers the list that -I- printed up two years ago when I was caretaker. I haven't gotten a copy of my lease renewal even though I signed it two months ago. Since she took over I have never gotten a rent receipt. When I moved upstairs to this suite, over a year ago, I told her that there was no kitchen or bathroom sink plug. I asked, literally a dozen times over the course of the first 6 months. Once she even told me that she was going to the store to buy them the next day. I still don't have them. When I want to wash my face or do the dishes, I have to stuff a rag in the sink to keep the water (sort of) in the sink. My air conditioner doesn't work for more than half an hour at a time, and hasn't since it was put in, not fixed yet. While I was in Georgia the last time, some things were moved around and destroyed in my apartment, someone had clearly spent time in there.

All this I have asked about over the course of the last year. Always very nicely, and sometimes not mentioning things for months so that I wouldn't be seen as 'problem tenant'. But now I'm f***ing sick of it. If she doesn't call me back (cause she never even bothers to return my phone calls, never mind do anything about the issues), I am going to call the rental tenancies board. I'm sick unto death of being treated like crap by people who are supposed to help me. I will not put up with it any more.