Tales From The Shelter – 4
“Connie” has left us. For two months she had her bags packed and everyday she would say she was leaving. ‘Connie’ is short for conspiracy theorist; her tales of mics and cameras in her room and the gps chip in her dentures were grating on us, to the point where we’d be talking to the walls on the smoke deck just to put some humour in it. As it stands there are cameras throughout the building but they’re visible and there’s the obligatory warning sign when you enter the place.
We couldn’t figure out if Connie is schizophrenic or perhaps has cocaine or some other drug induced paranoia. As one woman said, ‘I’m too old to worry about if anyone’s watching me. Ditto. While any outfit would risk they’re very everything for illegal electronic gossip gathering, we are still in the age of neuvo-macarthyismso while there’s every probability there’s no hidden mics or cameras, there’s always this sliver that can get into your psyche and make you wonder, “Well…”. Life is stressful enough here, living in close quarters with just about all of us having some sort of mood disorder or mental illness. Hell, I think it would be stressful even if that weren’t the case. We all have our Samsonite.
The summons officer finally caught up to me yesterday and presented me with my swack of unpaid parking tickets. The total is around $1,400 and I had to go to City Hall today to find out what to do to dispute them. I parked in the parking lot there , it was the kind where you’re supposed to pay a twoonie or two and place the ticket on your dashboard. I couldn’t help myself and didn’t pay.
My next step is to go to court September 14th and plead not-guilty, although I find that a strange word as from my persepective there doesn’t exist guilt or non-guilt in this case. It’s simple: Vancouver is on unceded Squamish Nation Territory and Vancouver has no authority to issue me a ticket. The ‘case’ actually belongs in the Supreme Court of Canada but we’ll see what the judge says about that. I’m guessing I’ll be let down and have my case dismissed.
I’m too tired to write much tonight. Once again the never ending virus has hit me. Today I learned that one of the maintenance men got the virus and I’m happy about that, not because he’s sick, but because perhaps management will finally start taking us seriously. Management seems to have a dismissive and flippant attitude towards our complaints…like when I brought up that the cleaner we use on our floor should not be in a spray bottle as Materials Safety Data lists it as hazourdous to inhale. I suggested a $2 bottle that has a lid and not a spray top, but instead they decided to stop supplying us with cleaner.
Oppression. Everywhere. Institutional living. Eugenics. Thing is , they aren’t aware of their behavior and attitudes because it’s all a part of the system. And so they pray to forgive everyone and themselves (because they said ‘shit’ or ‘hell’ that day) and pergatory remains on earth.
Good night and Goddess bless.