For the last two and a half years I have been living in this apartment building. There is no manager on site so I have done things like take care of the recycling, help other tenants, generally clean up and things like that. But I have had it. The final straw came yesterday.
About eight in the morning I heard some activity around the alley. I had put out the recycling bins the night before for the city to pick up the next day. I looked out my window and the owner of the building was putting other things out. Mainly a large bundle of cardboard that had been sitting by the reclycling for close to a week. I let him know that the city won't pick up the big pieces and he commented that I hadn't cut it up. There was no where to put it, our recycling was full so I was leaving it until it was picked up. He moved it and looking over the scene I realized that something wasn't right. So I got dressed and went down to take a look.
I had to reorganize a few things, throw things out that the city won't pick up and just put things in the right bins. This only took about fifteen minutes but I am continually picking up after everyone. Then, as I was walking back into the building I passed the owner. He made a comment that he was going to buy me a big knife to cut down the cardboard. I told him not to bother but that he owed me.
Later the city picked up the bins and I went down to put them back where we keep them and to cut down the big bundle of cardboard. I got really frustrated when I realized that the bundle wasn't even from our building, it was from one of the owner's other money making properties. I don't get anything for all the work I am doing. I am disabled by MS and trying to create a new life for myself through my writing and maybe motivational speaking. I got so angry that during the half hour it took me to cut the cardboard into sizes that the city would take that I was in tears. I came back upstairs and threw my hat across the room I was so angry.
Why is it that when someone takes it upon themselvesto help out that others end up using them?A few months ago I wrote a note that was addressed to the tenants of this building and I outlined the rules for recylcing and asked for their help. Following proper procedure I showed it to the manager first. The manager took it and said she had some details on another matter to add to it then would distribute it. So much for that. I guess she expected me to continue being a slave as well.
I was so upset that going for a walk and listening to music didn't help. I bought some rum and a liquor and returned home to make some important decisions. I am the one that people in this building seem to come to if they need sewing done, need to borrow something or with any little problem. As I said earlier I don't get anything for these actions either. I see the tenants having barbecues and parties outside but I am never invited. I am good for their servant but not to socialize with. And though it started formulating in a alcholic haze I came to the conclusion this morning that I have to say NO MORE!
From this moment on I am not going to take care of the building. I will take the recyling to the curb the night before pick up but that's it. I will no longer cut down boxes. Nor will I clean up after anyone else. And if someone needs sewing or a favor go knock on another tenant's door.
I have a lot to accomplish in my life and I do believe in helping others but there comes a time when a person has to realize that she has to take of herself first. I am doing that now. Wish me luck.
TAGS:independence, Karen Magill,recycling,tenant,apartment,advantage
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