Day 6. Today is the 6th day and no one has shown up to fix my ceiling. I haven’t removed the hanging plaster from the ceiling, either. I’ve left it as it is. And every day, I take a picture of the damage to my ceiling.
I can get angry, but it won’t do any good for me to lose my temper. All that would do, is they would tell me that I’m crazy. And that would make the people in the office happy. The last thing I want to do is make perps happy. They’d be happy that they made me lash out in anger. Plus, they’d have something to talk about when they go to their weekly perp meeting. Then they can be the center of attention because they can report what I did.
You see, these perps attend weekly meetings, if you didn’t know, and discuss us targets. They tell their monitors everything they saw us doing. And the more they have to report on us, the better they look. These perps will also get advice on how to handle any situation they’ve had problems with.
I’m sure the perps turn meaningless incidents into tall tales. They blow everything out of proportion, so they look better.
So I’m not going into the office again. I’ll let the hole stay as it is. When I get angry enough, I’ll go to Court with all my pictures.
What we targets have to put up with is disgusting. If any other tenant’s ceiling plaster fell off, it would’ve been repaired in one day. But being a target, no one really cares what’s done to me. They all revel in making my life one miserable day after another.
But as I said, I’m not going to get upset, life has a way of getting even with miscreants.
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I wonder what these meetings look like.
Just like regular meetings. They have chairs, something to eat, and everybody enjoys getting together. I know this because my sister used to attend them every week at the same time. Plus, if you want to know when the perps in your area attend meetings, look for a day when all the cars in the neighborhood disappear. They’re all at the meeting.
I wouldn’t know I don’t go anywhere. My perps love me. They can’t get enough of me and it seems as if their whole world revolves around mine.
Yeah, we’re so loved. We’re like movie stars, aren’t we? They just can’t get enough of us fabulous people.
Yeah, but theyre the actors, the stupid gits!
It seems like that, but the truth is that you’re just a job to them. They can let someone else take over any time and they’re free to live the rest of their life just the way they want to. They take vacations on the money they get to perp us among other things they can afford with it. The people that hack us do it on shifts just like any other tech job. They’re total @$$%0&3$!
I’ll watch their cars. Thanks for the tip! I think you’re doing the right thing just saving the pics up, but keep them in your pillowcase at night and with you during the day! It’s probably true that anything further you say about your ceiling to the perps will just be funny to them. I’d quit trying too.
Thanks for your advise.