Here in Paris, the folks who manage apartment buildings are called "guardians" and they come in all shapes, sizes, and nationalities. Our guardian is from Columbia and she definitely knows what she likes and what she doesn't like. Those of you who keep up with this blog might remember mention of her in 2010. Since our arrival here we ended up with a large shipping box of old clothing and shoes we have been unable to get anyone to come for (French agencies don't pick up clothing, only furniture) and the reason I know this is when my old friend Chris visited late last year he made a number of calls for me regarding this issue and was told by several very snippy Frenchmen that we'd need to bring the box to them which I nixed and decided to just fill a number of smaller boxes with the clothing articles and take them into the basement with the trash where they would then be taken out with everything else. I wondered how that would be received and found out this morning that our guardian had complained to our neighbor 2 floors up who speaks English that she didn't like taking out boxes filled with "usable" clothing and suggested "we" take the clothes down to the local Hispanic Catholic Church which of course is her way of telling us that SHE didn't like taking it out to the street. What that telegraphs to me is the same thing it did in 2010 when she decided she didn't want to clean our apartment any more due to her "sudden" allergy to cat hair which of course is bullshit. The truth is that she is lazy and doesn't want to be bothered helping us or anyone else in this building. We hear great things about other friends' Portuguese guardians who are all dynamos. I guess it was just our luck of the draw. I find it comical that now our guardian is deciding what is trash and what isn't trash.....I guess that's one of her core competencies...*What our guardian doesn't know but will soon find out is that we'll continue to take the boxes downstairs and she's going to have to GET OVER IT......and do her job. She like so many other people here in France have overinflated ideas of their importance and look for just about every opportunity they can find to not do their jobs.
Personally, I'm over all of it and am looking very forward to returning to Lynchburg.
I apologized to our kind neighbor for her being dragged into this and she is looking to find out whether the church down the street will actually take the clothes. In the meantime our guardian is going to have to "cowboy up".
Since last October a there's been a strange noise in the ceiling of our main bathroom which sounds to me like some kind of electric machine that vibrates. It comes and goes and over the last couple of months has gotten louder until last Friday when it receded and now is not so prevalent. My neighbor from upstairs came down last week and wanted know if it was coming from our apartment and I told him no. He came in and listened and then informed me that the lady who lives below us could also hear it.
The most interesting thing is our esteemed guardian evidently knows the guardian from the Indonesian Embassy across the street who told her that the noise was coming from their central heating unit which is in a shed on their compound. Of course.......the Indonesians are responsible........ That would mean that the noise leaves the closed shed on their compound and travels through the air across the street two buildings down and then settles into my apartment's bathroom ceiling to make the noise. And of course, pigs fly too.......* No wonder the people in Central and South America are still in such a state.....* My neighbor upstairs didn't buy it either.
I get it.......say anything to get people to stop bothering you........but wait........some of the people who live in this building actually are "intelligent"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Perhaps our guardian should become a politician...........*
Over and out from fruitcake central....
I'm going to get my aluminum foil hat as the voices are starting to get loud in my head again.......
Sid
Oh, I forgot, I suspect our guardian is actually a reincarnated cat hence the photo above.......
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