Drama

Daulton walked into the office visibly upset this morning. Naturally, I completely ignored it and made him work his fingers to the bone.
I'm lying.
He was really upset at this step-father and at how Daulton's step-father treats Daulton's mother. I didn't make him do any work today and mostly just sat and talked to him. He wouldn't calm down and eventually got himself so upset that he started puking (I would bet he made himself on purpose, but who am I to argue?). I let him call his dad and go home early. We'll see what happens tomorrow.
While I was in the office, Bonnie came by with a letter from Social Security informing her that her benefits were dropping by nearly $100 a month. I quickly forwarded this on to my boss so that we can get her rent rate adjusted.
I was counting out another $20 in change for Bobbie, when Bonnie came in with her sister. I recalled Bobbie's comment the other day about Bonnie not being friendly, so I watched them closely. They did seem rather cool towards each other. After Bobbie left, Judy asked me if I knew about Bonnie and Bobbie's "feud." I said that I didn't. So Bonnie explained that a few days ago, Bobbie straight up walked into Bonnie's apartment, while she was taking a nap. Bonnie told me that she proceeded to explain to Bobbie that she should never do that again. So now there is old lady drama in the complex. Yay.
Anna went out to lunch with her friend Chelsey. They talked about babies and music.
It rained a whole bunch this evening.
Daisy does not like the rain.
Daisy has had an abnormally large quantity of poop today.
Chief crawled under the covers and took a nap with me.
Camouflage.
The Rockies really need to keep winning. If they start losing again, I'll have a hernia.
My butt itches.
I should clean out the litter box.
Anna makes me smile.
The couch we have is really squishy, and when Anna sits on it with her snuggie on and her computer in front of her, she appears to have no legs. She looks like a torso embedded in the couch.
I took about three different naps today. When I first left the office I feel asleep but woke up when Anna left to go meet Chelsey. I read a little more and then fell asleep again. I woke again when Anna came home from lunch and went back to sleep after I had eaten my dinner. It's alright. I should still be able to fall asleep by my 4 a.m. bedtime.
Yet again, I'm following the ESPN gamecast of the Rockies' game. When a ball is put in play, a little animated baseball flies through the air to simulate where on the field it was hit. I like to guess from the flight of the ball, whether or not it will result in a hit. I honestly don't know if there is any difference between the two, but sometimes it sure seems like there is.
Well, I'm going to go clean the litter box after I give you another resident.
Apartment 119: Katie
Anna thought Katie was a man the first time she saw her. Katie has extremely short gray hair and wears baggy t-shirts and what look like a mix between capris and scrubs for pants. She shuffles along in little house shoes, usually with a cigarette between her lips and a can of root beer in her hand. The cigarette and the root beer are key. All she does all day is sit and smoke and drink root beer, whether it is in front of the entrance with George, in her apartment with George, or in George's apartment with George. I have no idea how old Katie is. She looks to be near 80, but the cigarettes have made it impossible to tell. Her eyes are so bloodshot and oddly shaped, that it looks as though they are about to melt out of her head. She is only slightly easier to understand than George when she talks. She can't read. I've been told she's actually thrown away her SS checks before because she couldn't read what they said. I didn't know this when I started her recertification. So when I asked her for some paperwork, she simply brought a big tupperware container containing all sorts of stuff that her daughters had thrown in there for her. There was everything from government stuff to obituaries. Katie thinks Daulton's haircut looks funny, and she isn't shy telling him. Katie is also practically deaf. Even if she is wearing her hearing aid, you have to yell at her for her to understand you. Several times, she's walked past the office to go smoke with her hearing aid screaming the last of its batter away, and she has remained completely oblivious. I don't know if it's the smoking or the inability to hear herself or what, but she also grunts a lot and makes strange sounds in her chest and throat. Katie is the lady who had twice had me replace perfectly good light bulbs. I hate doing it. I can't stand being in her apartment. The instant I walk in, my eyes start burning, and I discover why her eyes always look like they are about to melt out of her head. Katie has three daughters. Two of them live near enough to come see her regularly. One of them comes fairly often and looks like someone permanently dislocated her jaw. The other one, I have only seen once, when she came to give me some of her mother's paperwork. She looked like she'd just as soon punch someone as talk to them. I hope I'm gone from this place before I have to do any sort of clean up in Katie's apartment. That sounds like about the worst thing ever. I honest to goodness would wear a mask into her apartment, if I wasn't afraid of hurting her feelings.