Hi Sweetie,Well, I just got off of the phone with Jason . . . another one of our marathon conversations and he was telling me about the insanity at Baudry with the shelters. He's planning on making a presentation to the board about why they should hire an assistant for him and give him a pay increase. I'm convinced that the board totally doesn't give a damn about what happens to those shelters and if Baudry has to take some knocks, so what. I really think they don't care. There have been enough red flags raised (i.
e., $200,000 bill to the feds for unpaid taxes) that you would think they would be careful who they hire and stop hiring insane people for major positions. Do they? Of course not. It's just crazy.
Well, let's see. Not a whole lot happened today and very little is going through my mind. I just wrote a letter to whoever in my building locks the back door and then leaves the front door unlocked. The stupidity of this is compounded by the fact that the lock is broken. So, I park my car in the garage and then freeze as I have to walk all the way around the apartment to get in. It's ridiculous. This is what I wrote:
To Whom It May Concern:
It is fairly obvious by now that the lock on this door is not operating properly. Please refrain from locking this door until it is fixed by a locksmith. For those of us who come in after 9pm, it is an unbelievable hassle (not to mention a chilly one) to walk all the way around the building only to be greeted by an unlocked front door. The managers have been alerted to this problem and will be dealing with it as soon as possible.
In this town where people leave their cars running in the supermarket parking lot, it is improbable that between now and the door's repair that someone will enter our complex uninvited. What's more, if they really wanted to enter, they could do so by walking to the front door which (unfortunately) remains unlocked even as this locked door thwarts those of us who live here.
Your courtesy is appreciated.
How's that? I know it sounds a little rude, but I think it adequately gets across both my point and a sense of my anger.
Finally, last night as I was going to sleep, someone called me. Guess who? The long lost prodigal son, Garry. I was so surprised. I couldn't stop laughing under my breath. We had a nice talk. He has a new kitten. He hasn't called me because he's "been horribly busy working 16-18 hours a day." He started talking about how when he thinks of friends, he thinks of me, you, and Seth. We have always been there for him and have meant a lot to him. Isn't that special?!?! I feel really cynical. I treated the conversation with him, not like I was talking to a close friend, but like I was talking to a patient or counselee or something. That's a shame. Will our relationship ever be what it was? SHOULD our relationship ever be what it was? I really do miss him. Seth and his mother are going to see him in August. I hope they have a good trip. There, see I sounded like I care. Hahahaha.
Well enough of that. I'll talk to you soon, Precious.
--- Caitlin