No Choice…Camille

Since I’ve been here, I been doing dishes for the owner of the building. At least once a week and a %$#@ load of them and lots of dried food on them. He brought them up to the top of the staircase last night and I took them back down this morning, still dirty. He has never offered me a penny (EVER) and it was a teaching tool. Camille finally put her foot down and said “no more”. The lesson has been learned. Everyone wants something for FREE. Most do, not all. That is America.

The building owner is too cheap to get his water supply on downstairs. (He has plenty of money though. He keeps wads on him and I seen them. That explains the kids pissing between the junky vehicles, NO working bathroom. I know, how could you live like that. The owner has a son that lives across the street and that is where he goes each morning to use the facilities. Some things you can’t explain.)

To top it off, the shared Gas bill that he did NOT pay.

His share for the shared furnace that NEVER shuts off when it is cold.

This place was built in 1929. I love the building. Lots of history but it is going to the dogs and quickly.

That is America.

He won’t even pay his taxes on the building. I checked online. He owes a %$#@ load!

He is lucky he is almost 80. It saved him from a can of “whip ass” and I am NOT a violent person, except when pushed.

He’s pushing.