The annual condo crab fest
Jan. 27th, 2003 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisYes, folks, tonight is the annual meeting of the condo association. I have never missed one yet but last year I did have to miss the last half (it was either that or kill two residents). Tonight I may have to miss the last 3/4ths. We'll see.
In 1992, two developers (women) finshed turning what used to be a railroad warehouse (built in 1906) into our condominiums. I moved in as they were finishing up. There are 108 units and they are really nifty living spaces. The developers turned over the running of the place to the owners in late 1992 and we had our first annual meeting late that year in the private dining room of the restaurant which later died and was turned into offices by the company I now work for...
But, I digress. The last couple of years we've met in the executive suite of Safeco Field - the major league baseball park down the street Tonight we meet in the executive suite of the new Seahawks Stadium. At least the meeting places are interesting. They server really horrible little desserts and coffee and sell wine and beer.
Everyone sits around in little groups and whispers about the other little groups. Is he the one who started the fire? Are they the couple with that huge ugly dog? Now, which one is married to the drug dealer? What's he doing here? I thought he was a renter? Those people are nice even if they do live on the 5th floor.
Ok, see, our condo laws - which are way more rigid than the laws of the land - say we can only have 10% of the units rented out. So renters are on the bottom of the food chain. The first three floors are flats. The top floor was added onto the roof and has two story units. The people on the 5th floor are snots.
I usually go with my friend Lee and Sherry and we pick up Scott. Scott is a realtor who lives in the unit just below me. He's a good man to know cause he always lets us in to all the units that are for sale so we can be nosey. Sherry sent me email telling me to pick them up at 6:30. Then I got another one telling me that Scott wanted to go earlier so he could table hop so we're going at 6:15.
The meeting starts at 7. The agenda will be blown apart by 7:30 when Al (who doesn't even live there any more but who's ex-wife still does and I guess his name is still on the unit) gets up and starts bitching about the insurance or the decorating or something else stupid.
Sandy, who used to be the CFO of Aldus, will try several times to get things back on track. She has about a 75% success rate but I know it wears her out.
There's a woman on the 2nd floor who comes every year with a brand new burr up her butt about something.
Maybe I'll take my wig off and let everyone wonder about my stitches...
I should be home by 7:30.
In 1992, two developers (women) finshed turning what used to be a railroad warehouse (built in 1906) into our condominiums. I moved in as they were finishing up. There are 108 units and they are really nifty living spaces. The developers turned over the running of the place to the owners in late 1992 and we had our first annual meeting late that year in the private dining room of the restaurant which later died and was turned into offices by the company I now work for...
But, I digress. The last couple of years we've met in the executive suite of Safeco Field - the major league baseball park down the street Tonight we meet in the executive suite of the new Seahawks Stadium. At least the meeting places are interesting. They server really horrible little desserts and coffee and sell wine and beer.
Everyone sits around in little groups and whispers about the other little groups. Is he the one who started the fire? Are they the couple with that huge ugly dog? Now, which one is married to the drug dealer? What's he doing here? I thought he was a renter? Those people are nice even if they do live on the 5th floor.
Ok, see, our condo laws - which are way more rigid than the laws of the land - say we can only have 10% of the units rented out. So renters are on the bottom of the food chain. The first three floors are flats. The top floor was added onto the roof and has two story units. The people on the 5th floor are snots.
I usually go with my friend Lee and Sherry and we pick up Scott. Scott is a realtor who lives in the unit just below me. He's a good man to know cause he always lets us in to all the units that are for sale so we can be nosey. Sherry sent me email telling me to pick them up at 6:30. Then I got another one telling me that Scott wanted to go earlier so he could table hop so we're going at 6:15.
The meeting starts at 7. The agenda will be blown apart by 7:30 when Al (who doesn't even live there any more but who's ex-wife still does and I guess his name is still on the unit) gets up and starts bitching about the insurance or the decorating or something else stupid.
Sandy, who used to be the CFO of Aldus, will try several times to get things back on track. She has about a 75% success rate but I know it wears her out.
There's a woman on the 2nd floor who comes every year with a brand new burr up her butt about something.
Maybe I'll take my wig off and let everyone wonder about my stitches...
I should be home by 7:30.
