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Neighbour across the hall has gotten ... weird.
She was very friendly and cheery when she first moved in.
Hooboy, has that changed.
It seemed to start when there was an election for the building's Social Club. She ran but wasn't elected, which I did think was a shame ... new blood is always a good idea.
But since then she seems to be increasingly and permanently sullen and surly. She's curt or even silent when you meet her in the hallways.
She's constantly complaining -- we have one elevator down for good (replacement is underway but it's not exactly something you can replace in a day or two) so for the moment we have only one functioning elevator. For a 14-floor building, with 20 units on each floor. So yes ... during the day the elevator is SLOOWWWWW. I met her today at the elevator; she was carrying some stuff she was getting rid of. Muttered angrily under her breath the whole time we were waiting. Said she "hates this fucking place." (Well, I'm not too fond of it either but ... until I can manage to get out, at least it's four walls and a roof. AND THEY ARE MAKING REPAIRS AND RENOVATIONS, FFS!)
Some small things: she used to hang stuff on her front door. Stopped doing that. The stuff she was getting rid of today? Most people put them in the laundry room or by the mailboxes, in case somebody else wants the item(s). She threw her stuff right in the trash bin. She no longer participates in *any* community stuff: the twice-monthly lunches, the recent belated Xmas/New Year's party, any of the other activities. I'm no social butterfly either but I usually go to the annual Xmas party (didn't go to this one; although I got the benefit of the music as I live beneath the Party Room -- including the Macarena
). And I try to get to all the lunches (hey, low-priced food that I DIDN'T HAVE TO COOK!! Win-win!)
She said she couldn't wait to get out of here. I asked if she was looking. She said "No" and then "I don't care". Well, look, pick a lane and drive in it. You're not going to find yourself magically transported somewhere else.
She said she's probably going to move to (other mid-size city a couple hours north of here). I asked if she had relatives there.
"No." Then she said "My son is there." Wait, what??
Anyway, this isn't a plea for advice. It's easy enough for me to avoid or ignore her. If she chooses to sulk in her apartment, there's her business. But all she's accomplishing, as far as I can see, is making herself even more miserable.
She was very friendly and cheery when she first moved in.
Hooboy, has that changed.
It seemed to start when there was an election for the building's Social Club. She ran but wasn't elected, which I did think was a shame ... new blood is always a good idea.
But since then she seems to be increasingly and permanently sullen and surly. She's curt or even silent when you meet her in the hallways.
She's constantly complaining -- we have one elevator down for good (replacement is underway but it's not exactly something you can replace in a day or two) so for the moment we have only one functioning elevator. For a 14-floor building, with 20 units on each floor. So yes ... during the day the elevator is SLOOWWWWW. I met her today at the elevator; she was carrying some stuff she was getting rid of. Muttered angrily under her breath the whole time we were waiting. Said she "hates this fucking place." (Well, I'm not too fond of it either but ... until I can manage to get out, at least it's four walls and a roof. AND THEY ARE MAKING REPAIRS AND RENOVATIONS, FFS!)
Some small things: she used to hang stuff on her front door. Stopped doing that. The stuff she was getting rid of today? Most people put them in the laundry room or by the mailboxes, in case somebody else wants the item(s). She threw her stuff right in the trash bin. She no longer participates in *any* community stuff: the twice-monthly lunches, the recent belated Xmas/New Year's party, any of the other activities. I'm no social butterfly either but I usually go to the annual Xmas party (didn't go to this one; although I got the benefit of the music as I live beneath the Party Room -- including the Macarena
). And I try to get to all the lunches (hey, low-priced food that I DIDN'T HAVE TO COOK!! Win-win!)She said she couldn't wait to get out of here. I asked if she was looking. She said "No" and then "I don't care". Well, look, pick a lane and drive in it. You're not going to find yourself magically transported somewhere else.
She said she's probably going to move to (other mid-size city a couple hours north of here). I asked if she had relatives there.
"No." Then she said "My son is there." Wait, what??
Anyway, this isn't a plea for advice. It's easy enough for me to avoid or ignore her. If she chooses to sulk in her apartment, there's her business. But all she's accomplishing, as far as I can see, is making herself even more miserable.