Apparently, Part 3

Apparently I am Still not on the list

Yesterday I learned that the condescending and ineffective “project manager” no longer works for the property management company.   Obviously this brought me great joy. 

I spent some time in the morning exchanging several messages with the “community manager” (must be a fake job)  who shared the news with me,  and then said that she would pass the message on to the new “project manager”   who would talk to the new “construction manager”  to get an update.   Cool.   So I confirmed that indeed no one from the property management company knew what was happening or that the job site had been abandoned or why.      Radio silence for the rest of the day.

But our former roommate called her son last night.   Apparently, her phone was ringing off the hook yesterday.   It seems everyone was calling her.   It seems they needed her permission to share any updates with me.   She didn’t give it.    Even so, they pushed for a meeting with her at the townhouse next Monday to go over things.   Things like her desperately wanting to keep the double vanity but also requesting a walk-in shower even though there is no room for the toilet because of the bathroom closet.  I’m delighted for them to enter that vortex with her. Things like building enhancements to the basement - widening the doorways so that enormous piece of furniture can fit.    (I know, you’re confused.   You were sure she decided not to finish the basement on account of it not being safe.  Rookie)

Apparently, our former roommate was bugged that I got involved; to which S gleefully responded “It worked.”

I am definitely not more angry or hurt than that day at Kohls.  (Elasticity of emotions in a pandemic and all) but my intolerance for substandard behavior is in full force.   The very idea that a whole group of people not doing the right thing has collectively chosen to not communicate an update with me, choosing instead to engage solely with the woman who does not hold the mental competence or the bank account to see this through is wrong.      More wrong that me ignoring her and letting her fail.   It is almost 6 months since that day at Kohls when we stopped talking to her.   I was starting to feel guilty for forcing her to manage a process she wasn’t capable of.  No more.