Stoopid People Next Door.
Jul. 29th, 2004 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddogWe have a nieghbor. I like to call her Cranky McWitch.
Cranky rents out a floor of the house next to us, but likes to believe that she is the master of the street. It's apparently her job to make sure everyone obeys every single tiny little bylaw known to man. It doesn't dawn on Cranky that she's a newbie here - most of the people on the street have been here since forever and a day. We moved in back in 1991 and we're some of the later comers. The most people on this street look after each other and we often let things slide in the interest of a common peace.
It's not a nice street by any means. One corner is home to a strip club, another to a bar of questionable practices. The view from our windows is populated by steel mills, union halls, a yarn factory and, for all you Red Green fans, the infamous Mr. Used. Years ago we had a nasty problem with drugs and most of the young female teenagers are mothers. It's very urban, but it's home.
I believe in making a difference, but not like this woman. You don't move into an urban setting and try to rebuild it in your own image. I'm sick of having the city at my door and I'm sure that everyone else is too. The city is lucky that I haven't answered the door, or else they'd get an earful of "What part of 'my father just died' don't you understand?" The worse is that her home is more rundown than most of the rest of ours. Her roof is infected by fungus and it ripping itself apart. I'm pretty sure that pigeons have moved into the attic.
But can this woman fix her home? Nope, because she's only renting and I doubt that she's even sober enough to do any home repairs. Most of the time that she's at home, she and her husband are stoned and drunk on their back porch... or having another yelling match. And she compains about my dog's barking...
Anywho, tonight we're taking down the pool in our backyard. The whole project was dad's baby and since he's no longer here, we need to get rid of it. We already had the city at our door because of another complaint from Cranky and they said to clean the pool or remove it. We choose the latter. The first step is to drain the pool. Cranky McWitch has the nerve to come over and ask what we are doing, because, according to her, we can't drain the pool. No, no, no. That mess up the drinking water and would make us all sick. Instead she wants the water clean and swimmable.
Okay...
1) The water has been shocked. There's nothing alive in the water. It's like rain water with a higher chlorine content. Not the best thing to put down the drain, but I've seen worse get dumped. Poop, for example.
2) Does this woman have any idea about the process of how drinking water is treated? Because I sure hope she doesn't think that water comes right from the lake to the tap. It's HAMILTON. Notice the factories on the waterfront?
3) Uh, why does she want the pool clean? So she can swim in it? Fat chance, Cranky. The pool is being removed.
So... we just got reported to the city for draining and removing a pool... which the city asked us to do... WTF?
Why is she doing this? Beats me. Maybe she wants to get on CH News. If the news crew does come here, I can win them over easy. I'm a media student that decided to go into the field partly because of that station and I consider myself to be pretty knowledgable in Canadian media. I'd love to chat with a news crew, discuss the current movements in the media channels, the technology used, etc. Maybe they'll hire me. :-D
Cranky rents out a floor of the house next to us, but likes to believe that she is the master of the street. It's apparently her job to make sure everyone obeys every single tiny little bylaw known to man. It doesn't dawn on Cranky that she's a newbie here - most of the people on the street have been here since forever and a day. We moved in back in 1991 and we're some of the later comers. The most people on this street look after each other and we often let things slide in the interest of a common peace.
It's not a nice street by any means. One corner is home to a strip club, another to a bar of questionable practices. The view from our windows is populated by steel mills, union halls, a yarn factory and, for all you Red Green fans, the infamous Mr. Used. Years ago we had a nasty problem with drugs and most of the young female teenagers are mothers. It's very urban, but it's home.
I believe in making a difference, but not like this woman. You don't move into an urban setting and try to rebuild it in your own image. I'm sick of having the city at my door and I'm sure that everyone else is too. The city is lucky that I haven't answered the door, or else they'd get an earful of "What part of 'my father just died' don't you understand?" The worse is that her home is more rundown than most of the rest of ours. Her roof is infected by fungus and it ripping itself apart. I'm pretty sure that pigeons have moved into the attic.
But can this woman fix her home? Nope, because she's only renting and I doubt that she's even sober enough to do any home repairs. Most of the time that she's at home, she and her husband are stoned and drunk on their back porch... or having another yelling match. And she compains about my dog's barking...
Anywho, tonight we're taking down the pool in our backyard. The whole project was dad's baby and since he's no longer here, we need to get rid of it. We already had the city at our door because of another complaint from Cranky and they said to clean the pool or remove it. We choose the latter. The first step is to drain the pool. Cranky McWitch has the nerve to come over and ask what we are doing, because, according to her, we can't drain the pool. No, no, no. That mess up the drinking water and would make us all sick. Instead she wants the water clean and swimmable.
Okay...
1) The water has been shocked. There's nothing alive in the water. It's like rain water with a higher chlorine content. Not the best thing to put down the drain, but I've seen worse get dumped. Poop, for example.
2) Does this woman have any idea about the process of how drinking water is treated? Because I sure hope she doesn't think that water comes right from the lake to the tap. It's HAMILTON. Notice the factories on the waterfront?
3) Uh, why does she want the pool clean? So she can swim in it? Fat chance, Cranky. The pool is being removed.
So... we just got reported to the city for draining and removing a pool... which the city asked us to do... WTF?
Why is she doing this? Beats me. Maybe she wants to get on CH News. If the news crew does come here, I can win them over easy. I'm a media student that decided to go into the field partly because of that station and I consider myself to be pretty knowledgable in Canadian media. I'd love to chat with a news crew, discuss the current movements in the media channels, the technology used, etc. Maybe they'll hire me. :-D
