now and again, i've been filling in at an old job. memory conveniently blocks much we hate, so i'd forgotten the champion efforts a particular person puts into p-a. he is incapable of framing the simplest request in a direct way. "could you please get me this?" instead comes out as, "when you have a moment, could you please look to see if this is over there?" "yes, it's here." silence. "j., would you like me to give this to you?" "if it's not too much trouble." wtf? save us all some time please, would you? more discussion of his petty nefariousness isn't relevant here. so...
an e-mail from the building manager. a neighbor complained i'm too noisy during "quiet hours". especially my tv. if my boyfriend can fall asleep, how loud can jon stewart truly be? (and this guy isn't deaf in one ear, either!!) i was so steamed, i waited 36 hours to respond. i was especially angry that this person never approached me, but instead jumped the chain. i can only think it's the busy-body next door who complained last winter that my coughing was bothering her. instead of being concerned that i had the equivalent of bird flu, and was coughing up blood, she icily suggested i might go buy some cough drops. cunt.
when finally calmer, i crafted a very polite reply, and was sure to include the coughing incident, assuming it all stemmed from her. intention, conscientiousness, etc. flip-side, my tolerance, ambient noise, expectations, etc.then in a fit, i realized to kill her with kindness. i baked my world-famous lemon-poppyseed poundcake and best brownies. wrapped them nicely in a bag and included a personal yet utterly neutral note. "decided to bake and share. enjoy and happy spring. your neighbor."
to be safe i gave a bag to each side. but i know it was her. makes me want to play ac/dc all day. on 11.
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