Last week, I had a letter on the front door from the beach house community manager.
I thought she was going to complain about the stink of weed coming from my apartment. I recently started using medical marijuana to treat anxiety & PTSD. She wanted to schedule a tune-up for the HVAC machine, & she told me to contact her with a good time. I thought it would be nice if the HVAC tune-up was performed during the morning when I was at work. I told the manager that any time during the morning Sunday through Monday would be perfectly nice with me. I told her to let me suppose what morning & time, so I could make sure that my animal was locked in the lavatory, even though the animal will not cause a lot of problems, I still don’t prefer when she gets scared during the morning, however last time she freaked out when the washing component needed a repair & she acted strange for 3 afternoons. The manager called me a morning or more than one later to tell me that the HVAC tech would be coming on Monday morning. I ended up having Monday off work, so I was really beach house when the HVAC tech showed up to complete the tune-up service. The girl was busy to arrive at 9:30am, even though she did not show up until half past eleven. It’s a good thing that I wasn’t patiently waiting on the guy, since she was more than one hours late. I did not bother to complain to the manager since I wasn’t technically supposed to be beach house when the tune-up was scheduled.