Molly Goatwax

Moving on up!

The full moon rose over the graves this evening again on the eve of an auspicious date. Today I went to a second interview at the senior tower and would be moving in over the weekend but for the manager’s printer not working. Oh well. It will be warmer next week, when I do.

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Reaction

A couple of hours after our councilman called who should confront me in my kitchen but the property manager? He explained that no one of the tenants from my suite would shoulder the burden nor the liability of holding the utility bill and collecting all the roommates’ shares. You can’t make us do that, I told him. He assured me that he could. He told me that he was moving 3 of us into a room downstairs in a heated suite that’s a foul mess. I told him he couldn’t do that and got the same response. It seems someone’s trying to forestall the coming consequences, maybe what he’s doing is perfectly legal and legitimate. I don’t know. I do know I don’t want to share a tiny room with two others.

Activism

After my older daughter determined that the property management company was indeed, breaking the law by not supplying us with heat, she called her city councilman who advised that I make a complaint. So I called our 311 number. That’s the police non-emergency department who promised to respond within 2 weeks. But it’s cold, I said. So I called the city councilman and left the service request number on his message machine. Then I called MY representative and they called me right back and are sending out Code Enforcement. Gosh that was satisfying. I hope we get some heat.

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