This year I would like a fridge that works so my food doesn’t spoil. I can’t buy food every day and the housing provider hasn’t reimbursed me for the food the fridge has spoiled. I would also like new blinds and a cleaner stove.
I live in a permanent supportive housing apartment complex. And the staff who work there treat it like a shelter and that’s what it feels like sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful to have a key to an apartment and a mailbox. But I don’t like the disrespect from some of the staff members.
The director of the program called me twice to ask if I had a new refrigerator. I wasn’t sure if the comment was meant to be sarcastic. It certainly sounded like it. I mean, of course, I don’t have a new refrigerator. How could they not know that?
My life would be less stressful if there were more people there like Ms. R. and Mr. A. because at least they explain what they are doing and why some repairs aren’t happening. They both go out of their way to help me and others stay safe in their apartments. They care about people.
When a staff member asked whether I wanted my rug cleaned by Stanley Steamer, I said “yes!” Then everyone’s rug was cleaned except mine. When I asked the same staff er why, she just hunched her shoulders. I’m still waiting for my rug to be cleaned.
Anyhow, these are my hopes for the new year