There are songs about, “It’s hard to say goodbye”. I can’t say it applies to this instance. It seems the Troll, is retiring. If your not familiar with who the Troll is, just search the blog for troll. The resident manager came by yesterday with a printed page telling residents, about him retiring, that she will remain the resident manager. He won’t be taking calls anymore, one of his sons is taking over the park.
Here’s hoping she wasn’t thinking that I was going to be sad or anything, I was doing my best not to break out in a big grin, kind of like getting that rock out of your shoe finally. It was sweet of her to hand us a Christmas card though. Yea, I mentally checked
it for money as I opened it. After all I have put up with here, I figure maybe they owe me. I guess I was feeling a tad snide as I closed the door. I stood there thinking how strange it is, on one hand they make sure they pass out official looking letters, advising you of rules, Then they do something so stupid and out of left field, like paying one of the tenants $50 to use a shovel, and scoop off the top layer of poop from the septic tank and toss it in the bed of a pickup truck, instead of hiring an official pump truck.
Not sure if they are planning some type of retirement/going away shindig, Of course, some of them out here may throw their own party, in celebration of his leaving. I can’t close this without a few memories of the old boy
- The day he was very rude to the mother-in-law when we first moved in.
- The day after we moved in, and I cussed him out for being so pushy and cursing in front of Michelle and her Mom.
- The day he had walked through the yard ahead of me, then came back to ask if my dog bites, he was asking about the ceramic dog, just under the edge of the trailer, THAT, is some bad eyesight.
- The day he came out to clean the edge of the drive and burn the leaves, but he managed to park one tire on a burning pile of leaves. That was a loud moment.
- The best? And funniest. The day he was actually trying to be friendly and stopped outside my fence. It turned out he was in a good mood and wanted to compliment me on how my yard looked. He asks, “Did you have your trailer painted?” I look over my shoulder at the light green algae that had started to grow all along this north side. “No, but I did pressure wash it last year.” I replied. Apparently he was trying to be nice for a change. I had been told he can’t see very well, He thanked me for being a great homeowner, fires up his mower, and with a wave he’s gone. I stood there watching him trundle down the road on the mower, his straw hat pulled down firmly on his head. I hope I’m still that mobile at 82 years old.
You can never tell, the next person may be worse than him, and we find ourselves wishing he was still around. Now I will have to retire my Troll picture I use in posts sometimes.
Comments welcome, have you ever been glad to see someone go?
Ron,
I congratulate you for the “dear departed”. I have been glad to see someone go and glad to not be around someone when I went on many occasions.It seems a thing with me that I find the air purer if certain entities went off.
Susie
Sad that a person can make themselves so disliked. He sure excelled at it. It is stressful wondering if they are going to have something to complain about. Or do something to make you feel bad. Thanks for the comment Susie, great to see that smile.
Many times i the past, I have been happy to see a manager or boss leave. Like you, I was generally left wondering what would replace him/her though. Sometimes, The Devil You Know is at least easy to cope with.
Best wishes, Pete.
Your so right Pete, It’s hard to train a new boss to the way you want them. 🙂 At least this lady that is taking his place, seems really nice. Only time will truly tell.
Just as your reader beetleypete suggests, I’ve been delighted to see a boss leave, but the next one was an even bigger monster! “Be careful what you wish for” – good advice! Hope your next ‘troll’ is a benevolent one!
Thanks Ellie, I’ve had some interaction with the new lady, hopefully she doesn’t grow any horns.
Yes and often. Sometimes it’s the co-worker that complains all day or maybe the one that doesn’t do anything. I left a job because a boss wouldn’t. At my last job I was on a business trip and the exec team called to tell me one of the other ones had resigned. I was jumping on my bed in joy! This calls for a snoopy dance. The next one will have different behaviors, some good, some not so good but it will be different.
Kate, I think there is no better joy when your working, than to get rid of a problem child or boss. Snoopy dance it is!
I have definitely been happy to see someone go–to jail!
I know your feeling Elizabeth. We almost did a happy dance, the day they loaded “Johnny Reb” in the patrol car and left with him. He truly earned that ride.
Here’s hoping the Trolls replacement is a improvement, but still gives you something to write posts about. 🙂
I’ll toast to that Kathy. There are times when it is quiet for awhile, and then we can have a month, where there is plenty of material around here for posts.
Take notes in the busy times. 🙂
I hope the new manager is better! 🙂
So do I, so do I. It is so hard getting a new one trained the way you want them to be.