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Mean Girls: Seniors’ Edition
Another day, another rant. It may sound like whining. Maybe it is, to some extent. But writing is how I process my feelings and right about now I’m feeling… well, incredulous, disappointed, anxious and mad as hell. And I’ve only been up an hour.
Those who follow me regularly know about the problems I’ve been having at my building complex. For those who don’t, here’s a quick rundown. For reasons still unknown to me, I’ve become the target of vicious rumours, lies and false allegations. Most of these centre on my dog, Rudy, a 10-month-old puppy that has never done anything wrong. He doesn’t even bark. Well, unless he sees a squirrel.
Management has been very supportive and has warned the main perpetrator at least twice. They’ve also warned one of her little cronies. This seemed to fan the flames and the hate campaign began in earnest!
People I used to have a cordial and neighbourly relationship with now refuse to speak to me. Sometimes they mutter something smart-assed as I go by. The few that still do speak to me, well, I’m at the point where I don’t even want to bother because I don’t trust them. Talk to me, then go sit there on the stoop with the vipers, yeah, forgive me if all you get is a polite nod.
