Tales From The Shelter – 19
We still don’t have a table on our smoking deck, that’s four months since we’ve been promised one, and two weeks since they took away our makeshift side tables. Fuckers. We’ve been glorious defeating the buttbox battle by keeping our own pocket ashtrays….the most popular being Altoids tins.
“The Voice’, Martha’s boyfriend has moved into his own place so we don’t have to hear his irritating grind , or listen to him and Martha talking in raised voices in the slot between where the metal sheet divides the men’s smoking deck from the women. Martha is such a good girl she sits by the butt box and uses it…lord knows if she should go against authority. Jesus loves her, this we know, for her big mouth told us so.
There’s been a bed bug outbreak and the workers came through and checked all our bedding and mattresses and handed us a bag full of new bedding. Once again, brilliant action on management’s part considering the bed bugs have been hiding in the t.v. lounge couches and were reported as so. Have they checked the couches or steam cleaned them or chucked them? Of course not. Oh the bungalings of bureaucray.
The Queen of the Carribean may be leaving us soon and we’ll be sad about that but happy for her to get some kind of housing…mostly what exists for single refugees is room shares. Speaking of refugees, wonder if the Silly Inn has placed any bids to house the supposed Tamil Tigers who came in on a freighter and docked in Victoria…92 of them were brought to Vancouver the other day so they must be holding them somewhere. Where? And there’s a few hundred others they have to process.
Smelly Lady is getting more used to being here…she’s a refugee from Algeria and was brewing something in her room that had most of the floor gagging. There were rumours it was rotting fruit in her sink, I don’t know but it reeked and it took staff just a little too long to convince her not to be doing whatever she was doing. Smelly Lady now sits and watches t.v. and sometimes corners Retarded Martha, giving her a little of her own medicine becuase Smelly Lady is just like Martha and doesn’t believe in equal air time. We have all been hooting and hollering when that happens and Martha just sits there stunned.
I want out of here.