As many of you may know, I live in a building with a very strange and difficult woman. Her name is Karen and she is... well... a bitch. Here's the story.
John, the current president of the condo association just sold his place to a guy named Jesus (with the Spanish pronunciation). Jesus is apparently interested in being the president of the association (which nobody wants). We were going to invite him to sit in on our next meeting as a courtesy before he moved into the building (I'm thinking, "yeah, let's scare him off before he even closes on the place!"). Then Karen had the NERVE to say, and I quote, "...It might also be useful to ask him if he could provide a resume and a letter indicating any qualifications he may possess for the position along with a few references." References? Resumes?? Letter of qualifications??? What the Hell!? These are positions that no one wants. When the association needed a treasurer they practically begged me to take the position. Did anyone bother to ask if I was qualified. Hell no. I don't even know how to balance my own check book. I gave up on that years ago! So I ponder to myself what could be going on in the salty grey haired mind of this woman. Does she realize how unqualified she is for the position that she currently holds. She is the secretary for the association and all she has to do is take minutes and pass them out to all the owners. The minutes she takes are invariably biased her way (I voted against approving her minutes on occassion), she doesn't get them to the owners (forget about a timely manner. I'm talking about AT ALL) and forget about e-mail. She is totally incompetent when it comes to technology. So I ponder again. What could be going through her twisted paranoid and fucked up mind. I guess if I was a thought in her head and had to navigate those treacherous waters I would end up a gnarled and mangled mess when I reached the other side... or are her thoughts simply lost in an abysss?... I ponder.