Work has been busy with unexpected auditors popping in. Not through my doing at all, we didn't do all that well. It's one of those "I told you" so kind of scenarios, but of course it's not really politically acceptable to say that. (But I told them so before this went down. I did.) The sad part with some of the latest auditors is that I actually know more than they do about company practices. That's what happens when you spend half your life in one workplace.
The home front has been a bit hectic, too. First, on Wednesday I received a notice under my door that I have a new landlord. Okay. That wasn't unexpected. The last real landlord went bankrupt (and more, as you'll see) a few years back and the building has been being run by a receivership appointed by the bank. I read last summer that there was a winning bid of 9 million on the building at auction.
No, I didn't buy it.
We recently had our five year state inspection. Then there was another inspection by the city (for the sale?). On Thursday, which was my day off this week due to a switch, there was a knock on my door while I was still in my pajamas. HEY! Day OFF! It was a new superintendent of another building owned by my new landlord. He had a list of repairs including removing the old caulking around my tub and replacing it with new, new bathroom ceiling tiles, fix the low cold water pressure in the kitchen and a few other things. Um. Okay. I told him, as I've told others, that they need to fix whatever is leaking upstairs in regard to the bathroom ceiling.
When will these repairs be done? Today.
I made him give me ten minutes to put real clothes on. Then I let unexpected repairmen in to my apartment which had some housecleaning chores scheduled for my day off. Remember, it's my DAY OFF.
I watched a few episodes of the Falling Skies screener TNT sent me while a huge man was closed in my tiny bathroom choking on caulking fumes. Vincent peeked under the door at him either worried for his welfare or concerned that the man would use his litterbox.
That DAY OFF ordeal ended, fast forward to Friday after work. A notice under the door that the new landlord will be doing inspections on Tuesday between 4pm and 6:30pm. Argh! How many inspections can one tenant go through? I feel like Arlo Guthrie at Whitehall Street -- inspected, neglected, dejected, rejected!
Along with that notice, there was a questionnaire to send back to the new landlord. It asked the basics -- name, contact numbers, car info for the parking lot, who else lives there, etc. Along with the questions, it asked how much rent is being paid. Huh? I'm sure the receivership gave them that info. Heck, if David Connolly gave the info to the bank when he went bankrupt, you know the bank's appointed folks told the new landlord. As tempting as it was to try to lower my own rent, I told the truth. Maybe it's a test of my integrity.
But the story doesn't stop there. Saturday in the mail I received what looked like trouble -- a letter from a lawyer's office and a notice of certified mail being held at the post office. Huh? Is someone suing me? Nope. A neighbor in the elevator told me everyone got the same thing. Of course, he was telling me in Spanish, so I wasn't sure if I was understanding him right. I was. It was from the bank saying that the receivership was released of its duties, my security deposit transferred to the new landlord, and much legalese. Um. Okay. Apparently the certified letter is another copy of the same thing. If I get there while the post office is open, fine. If not, fine. The notice from the new landlord on the first day told me that they had my security deposit, what bank it's in and the account number.
Then there's my original landlord (not the original original one, but the last one). What comes around, goes around. He's facing two counts that could each net him twenty years in prison and five million dollars plus in fines. His real estate Ponzi scheme caught up with him. The FBI and Securities Commission went after him for wire fraud, laundering money and a host of other charges. That's what he gets for jacking up my rent each year he had the building and letting the elevator remain broken for months when my knees were bad!
Now that I've bored everyone to death, onto this week's photos. Clicking on an image will open it in a new window, clicking again will make it larger and closing that window will lead you right back here.
|Monarch Building reflected|
A testament to all the rain we had (again) this week. The Monarch Building (condos) on East Front Street is reflected in puddles in their neighbor's driveway.
|Plainfield Train Station irises|
If I'm not mistaken, I think local blogger Bernice had a hand in planting these. East Fourth Street, Plainfield.
|Westfield planter flowers|
I don't know what they are, but they're big and pretty. Elm Street, Westfield. (I had to make a Trader Joe's foray on Friday due to stress!)
**CLICK ON THE 'READ MORE' LINK TO SEE THE REST OF THE PHOTOS**
|Eek! A raccoon! Eek! A human!|
So there I was innocently walking to the train after work last night. I was originally on the sidewalk, but noticed an animal! Could it be a BEAR? Nope. It was a raccoon, rather small, probably young and definitely very healthy-looking. When I first spotted him, he was mostly out of the sewer grate. But when he saw me, he ducked back in. It took me a moment to get my camera ready and go into the street to catch him. Bridgewater, NJ
|She'll never see me hidden here!|
Where's the raccoon? Where did he go? It's like he vanished into thin air!
|Is she gone yet?|
Well, I have a train to catch, Mr. Raccoon. I'll leave you alone now. I didn't get 50 feet when I saw him scoot up into the bushes.
I also spooked a squirrel at the Plainfield Train Station this week. Oops.
|Digging for buried treasure|
Same squirrel. He got over his fear of the camera.
He wouldn't pose for a good shot. East Front Street, Plainfield.
Now, he posed. Bridgewater Train Station.
This is the bug that's not an ant in Bridgewater. It's from a different angle. It's like it has an ant's body and size, but with an elongated snout and odd striped wings coming out of its abdomen.
|I know why the fenced bird sings|
A mocking bird sits on the fence in Bridgewater.
|A one bird band|
I believe this is a starling. Or maybe it's a grackle. I don't know. It's full of a ton of varying bird noises, though!
|More Westfield flowers|
|Westfield wall of red|
These are in front of the North Street side of the Westfield Train Station.
Berckman Street, Plainfield.
|An iris in the rain|
Also Berckman Street, but the other side of the street!
|A single drop|
Plenty of puddles this week!
|Mushrooms are in now|
They were waiting for the rainfall.
|Where do the children play?|
Gee, perhaps a few of the never-ending inspections I've been going though could be used on the rowhouses at Church and East Second in Plainfield. This is their "courtyard." Notice the broken stairs on the left. I edited the shot to leave only the children's toys in color. I could only think of the old Cat Stevens song, "Where Do the Children Play" as I viewed this scene.
|Vincent's mug shot|
Vincent was a hit with the new superintendent dude. But he keeps getting into mischief as I try to finish this. So he's in the dog house. Um. The cat house. Well, that's not quite right either. I told him he has to sit quietly in his chair.
How was your week? Who do you think will win American Idol?