shifting sands
There is a lot on the move in my company right now and some of it will be tough for this old dog to learn. The biggest change is we are shifting to becoming a remote workforce. I was a remote employee for this company for a lot of years so it is a rhythm I got very comfortable with but since that time my world blew up. After the divorce I moved up here and my new identity was no longer based on husband and father but shifted into professional Tom. This meant that I got my human interaction from heading into the office and it’s kind of my preferred way of existing these days. Now I’m going to have to seek people out in other ways.
I am fairly adept at adapting but for some reason this shift is twisting me up. My therapist got me to admit that the last year of my marriage was one of the loneliest periods of my life and she seems to think that my brain is trying to protecting me from that quagmire showing back up. Sometimes it’s not so fun when folks see through you. Anyhow, she has me on the hunt for something to join. If I can’t get that done she has also suggested a part time job doing something that interests me…
There is also that pesky dating thing out there as a human connection option but right now that is plan Z. So I tell you this stuff to set the stage for my interaction today in my “condominium” as I attempted to make nice with a neighbor. I put the long form of condo in quotes because I was corrected after being asked where I lived and I said apartment followed by the number. Apparently this is an insult of the highest magnitude for the people who way over paid for these places. This is a brand new building and as it’s just getting occupied the community is beginning to form. Everyone is trying to make friends but I can’t help feeling like its an episode of Survivor and they are looking for alliances.
They just had their first association meeting last week and I think I’m the only renter in the joint because after telling her where I lived and being corrected, her response was “oh.” Almost like I or my renter status was a topic of discussion… Knowing that I will be spending a lot more time around here in the very near future I am trying to be a good neighbor but at least with this one our initial meeting was less than stellar. So off put was I that it immediately triggered a Zillow search to find out what she paid and I guess I’d be pissed too. The folks in this building are either all rich or complete suckers.
You could buy a whole ass house for what they paid for a pretty basic apartment. The parking kind of sucks as well because the land around here costs so much that most of them have to put in lifts to be able to park two cars in their single allotted space.
That’s a picture of the latest ones being installed.
And here are the other ones in action. That electric Hyundai in the front is in the down position. Watching them pull in and out of these deals in this tight space has me looking into a camera that I could leave on top of my car just to time-lapse the hilarity. Luckily I have my own entrance to the outside world through the door I painted with privacy Elmer’s so I can keep the interactions down when I need to.