Posted By Kristabella on July 16, 2009
I an exhausted. I just got home from Pittsburgh after my whirlwind 30-hour trip. My flight was delayed because of a thunderstorm in Chicago. But thankfully I came home to my condo and ANOTHER FUCKING NOTE.
(Sorry it is blurry. Click to embiggen.)
At least it isn’t neon pink.
I’ve decided one of two things happened:
1) Everyone else was pissed about the sign and called the Property Management office to complain because the sign was fucking stupid and we had NO WARNING about this extermination and you can’t just spring shit on us like this a few days before it all goes down and expect us to be OK with it.
2) The Property Management office reads my blog.
Regardless, I’m glad they realized they are a bunch of idiots who thought they could put up a sign asking us to leave our houses open all day and that we would all be OK with it. And I’m also glad they addressed the pet thing, because I’m not letting you in to spray in my house so my cats can lick up poison and die.
And now, more that I think about it, and this clarification note, the madder I get. Did they think they could just pull the wool over our eyes? That we wouldn’t have issues with this? That we would have issues with deadly chemicals being sprayed around our pets? How dumb do they think we are?
Thankfully I don’t have to worry about them having keys to my place and accessing it at any time. But sadly, they just showed they are dumber than originally thought. I’m so glad I pay these people money to take care of my building.
And now it is clearly time to send my bitter, cranky, tired ass to bed.