dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- progesterone cream may be the reason for my dreams Last night I dreamed my teeth were long icicles that had become so loose I could tug them out of their sockets. Woke up horrified, of course. It's my understanding that loose teeth and hair falling out (in dreams) symbolizes repressed rage. If this is true, or whatever may be the case, I wish for another symbol to replace the one this one represents. Dr. Jung. The icicle part's intriguing though. Maybe I am a snow queen? I've been invited to attend a meeting of tenants that starts in 15 minutes and don't know if I want to bother. I risked my own neck in this building fighting high rents a few years ago and got an eviction notice for it (which I easily fought). It wasn't a pleasant experience at the time though. I was seriously cheesed. But property management companies regard tenant organizing efforts in much the same way companies regard union-organizing efforts. They hate such people. I'm not afraid of this new property mgmt company though. It's the Enron of real estate, in other words, a cheap and sleazy outfit run by white-collar crud. My issue is with the tenants who are quick to express their beefs but chicken out when it comes to making demands. Been there too many times to be an optimist. People are yellow in this culture when it comes to even puny fights with corporations. Fights like demanding the windows get washed once a year. Many of these tenants are paying through the roof and yet they are afraid to make this simple demand. It's a tenant's market right now...the perfect time to make such demands. Vacancies aren't being filled because everyone's buying. There's nothing to worry about. But I'm waffling. Because I'm tired, because there's a movie I want to watch, and because I'm already half out of here. Still, I'd be interested in seeing how many people show up and what their beefs are. I'd like to see the building custodians fired but that may be a stretch. They really need to go. One of my friends is badgering me to get to a bank to apply for a mortgage because the interest rates dropped again. I'm thinking this weekend I'll just do it. Once that's done I'll know what my limit is. I can't afford 200,000 but I think I can afford 150,000. Then I can hire a real estate agent to find me the perfect pad. I'm pretty sure I'm going to buy something now. I'd really like the $7 million apartment on south Granville at 15th that has the marble-stone balconies and the marble tile in the generous foyers and gorgeous rooms and views etc. Can you imagine? Karma's just not on my side for such desires in this life it seems. 7:09 p.m. - 2004-03-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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