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edenfallingAt work we have had a sudden spate of leases -- both renewals and new applicants -- so that's nice.
On the downside, Horrible Tenant has become even worse, to the point where we have had to give the police key fobs to the building in question because Horrible Tenant's neighbors were too scared to call the police when he was being threatening, because they are sure if they leave their rooms to let the police in, Horrible Tenant will attack them. (He has apparently taken to roaming the hallways and trying to goad the other tenants to come out and fight. He has also started stealing other people's kitchen appliances and hurling them out of his third-floor window, in addition to his ongoing habit of turning on ovens and stove burners and then wandering off leaving fire hazards in his wake.)
Horrible Tenant is under an involuntary emergency mental health treatment order (HE NEEDS HELP! I WANT HIM TO GET HELP!), but because so far he has not presented a clear danger to himself, the police and the mental health staff can't just barge into his room and collect him. From the standpoint of right to privacy and such, this is good! I am GLAD the police can't just break down people's doors! But from the perspective of getting this human disaster out before he further devastates his neighbors' lives, holy fuck I wish there was more we could do.
Unfortunately, the gears of the New York eviction process grind very slowly, so we are waiting and hoping either that he finally does something egregious enough for the police to enter his room, or that he's in a public area when the police arrive in response to a call.
There's not a lot I can do about that slow-motion catastrophe, so I have spent the past couple days working on another key plan for one of our buildings. This building has four floors of apartments, and each floor has a different layout. There are not two single identical apartments in the entire building. So I have been using digital photographs of floor plans from the late 1980s, cleaning them up, tweaking for some modifications and updates that have happened in the past 30 years, and creating a nice final product that shows how all the apartments fit together. This is both extraordinarily tedious (especially because I am working in MS Paint due to corporate reluctance to shell out for an actual graphics program) and oddly satisfying, and has been eating a lot of my creative impulses. (Floor plan work and apartment staging/photos/videos both scratch a lot of my creative itches.)
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In non-work news, yesterday I washed three (3) loads of laundry. I was going to wash a load of linens tonight, but it is pouring rain and I didn't want to schlep myself to the laundromat, let alone myself plus a bag of laundry, some detergent, and some dryer sheets.
Instead I have put away some of yesterday's clean clothes, and now I think I might go to bed early because I am once again absolutely exhausted. I suspect some of that is the weather, but some is probably also because I stayed up a little too late on Monday and Tuesday nights out of overdone relief at finally feeling better. *wry*
On the downside, Horrible Tenant has become even worse, to the point where we have had to give the police key fobs to the building in question because Horrible Tenant's neighbors were too scared to call the police when he was being threatening, because they are sure if they leave their rooms to let the police in, Horrible Tenant will attack them. (He has apparently taken to roaming the hallways and trying to goad the other tenants to come out and fight. He has also started stealing other people's kitchen appliances and hurling them out of his third-floor window, in addition to his ongoing habit of turning on ovens and stove burners and then wandering off leaving fire hazards in his wake.)
Horrible Tenant is under an involuntary emergency mental health treatment order (HE NEEDS HELP! I WANT HIM TO GET HELP!), but because so far he has not presented a clear danger to himself, the police and the mental health staff can't just barge into his room and collect him. From the standpoint of right to privacy and such, this is good! I am GLAD the police can't just break down people's doors! But from the perspective of getting this human disaster out before he further devastates his neighbors' lives, holy fuck I wish there was more we could do.
Unfortunately, the gears of the New York eviction process grind very slowly, so we are waiting and hoping either that he finally does something egregious enough for the police to enter his room, or that he's in a public area when the police arrive in response to a call.
There's not a lot I can do about that slow-motion catastrophe, so I have spent the past couple days working on another key plan for one of our buildings. This building has four floors of apartments, and each floor has a different layout. There are not two single identical apartments in the entire building. So I have been using digital photographs of floor plans from the late 1980s, cleaning them up, tweaking for some modifications and updates that have happened in the past 30 years, and creating a nice final product that shows how all the apartments fit together. This is both extraordinarily tedious (especially because I am working in MS Paint due to corporate reluctance to shell out for an actual graphics program) and oddly satisfying, and has been eating a lot of my creative impulses. (Floor plan work and apartment staging/photos/videos both scratch a lot of my creative itches.)
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In non-work news, yesterday I washed three (3) loads of laundry. I was going to wash a load of linens tonight, but it is pouring rain and I didn't want to schlep myself to the laundromat, let alone myself plus a bag of laundry, some detergent, and some dryer sheets.
Instead I have put away some of yesterday's clean clothes, and now I think I might go to bed early because I am once again absolutely exhausted. I suspect some of that is the weather, but some is probably also because I stayed up a little too late on Monday and Tuesday nights out of overdone relief at finally feeling better. *wry*
