Tales From The Project – #2

Ain’t that a pretty view?  And it’s mine, all mine!

I’m still adjusting to life in the projects…the neighbourhood is sweet .  I’ve gotten most of the bus routes downpat and like to ride my bike downtown; it’s an easy route with a small hill that allows me to coast back downhill.

There’s a million Chinese elders in the building, most whom don’t speak english, but like to wave and say ‘hello’.  They make me feel tall.  I can’t imagine how they got here and what they left behind.  People complain about them not speaking english and all I can say is that if I lived in a place that was filled with poverty and crummy conditions or my parents took me to a new place when I was a teen , I’d probably hang out with ex-pats and merrily speak english all day.  I’m not good at language.  So, there but for the grace of gawd go I.

Rat-man got kicked out.  He was down the hall from me and I’m sure responsible for the cockroaches in my apartment.  Rat-man would leave his junk collecting shopping carts out in the hall and it’s rumoured he had more in his suite.  Professional cleaners have been here a myriad of times hauling garbage out of his room and every time that happens there’s a cockroach crawl in the elevator.  He obviously need assisted living.

The outside of the building is being given a facelift and the workers get to their scaffolding via motorized lifts. The lifts have to be cordoned off and this sets off some of the fellows here.  They start yelling at the workers and are in obvious need of medications….it’s pretty clear: safety is a factor.  The workers have to listen to the bullshit hurled at them and do their best to keep quiet but every now and then they engage in the fire.  Hard not to, I guess.

I like my little suite.  It has it’s downfalls but I’ve grown used to them.  Still, I want to be making money and in a nicer place.  Time, time….time.