This Goddam Complex
I hate this fucking place. I truly do. I wish I had the money right now to just pack up and get the hell out. If only it was that goddam simple. I am so sick of coming home to the front entry way looking like pigs live here. Those goddam little shit-head kids throwing their trash right there on the goddam floor. There are empty snack bags, an empty trident packet that has been torn apart all over the floor, empty orange juice boxes, a shredded styrofoam cup, all over the stairs and out the door to the sidewalk. And nobody gives a flying fuck. On Friday I went down to the workout room, thinking I'd see if anything was actually working. And lo and behold, miracle of miracles, the elliptical trainer was. Halle-fucking-lujah. Too bad I didn't take a closer look. We've been complaining about this goddam room since we moved in. This STATE! OF! THE! ART! workout room, that they advertise. Yeah, no cables or pins on any of the weight machines, the lithium battery has been cut out of the bike, the stair-climber cord has been cut, the treadmill's plugs are bent out of whack and the grounding plug cut out. The elliptical trainer is the only thing there that even lights up when you step on it. State of the fucking art. And they don't give a rat's ass. Gavin calls to put in a work order on it and they tell him a bunch of crap about how the building has a short and people stole the pins. #1-- the building doesn't have a goddam short. We tested all the machines in the plug that the elliptical was plugged into. Guess what? They don't fucking work. #2-- Yes, people in this complex are a bunch of ghetto assholes. I concur with that point. Then rig fucking cameras. Or revoke everybody's privelages (we all have these damn keycards -- which we had to pay MONEY for by the way) and give them back on an individual case by case basis so you know exactly who has access. Install cameras, I don't care what the fuck you do. Why do the rest of us have to tolerate this bullshit? Vandelism is a goddam crime. File a fucking police report for god's sake.
I wanted to work out tonight. I was actually feeling motivated for once in my goddam life.
You know, when I consider the "friend" who recommended this place to us, and how she turned out, I wonder if she was trying to tell us how she really felt, even then.