Electric Fire? Photos from Last Night. (The City is Falling Apart.)

 

I took my camera the second time, which is when I took these photos. And below I had to take the "industry standard" for our building. This is NOT professional work. No way.

For a Moment, I Thought...

The mattresses I saw at the loop near me were covered! So, the photos are working and Management is listening!

Silly me, though. Just now, I went to Associated. This is what I saw:

I was not going to post the photos I took the other day, figuring that the new mattresses had finally been covered, so what the hell? But, since I was wrong, these are the photos from the other day:

Taping It Up

Okay, I'm angry. Reading about what is happening here or on the borders of this property (thank you, subway extension), I continually realize that this is "not the way to live." And, sorry, but I'm not moving.

Yesterday, I saw a woman with a baby almost trip over the make-shift "padding" on the main entrance of my building. I called in what she almost tripped over, and the loosened tape and padding was fixed eventually. But the padding is still there, and it's a shit job. (Sorry, there is no other way to describe it.) It's always a shit job.

This morning, before 10 am, I took photos of what I see. And here they are:

The silver tape covers the loosened other tape that was there yesterday. As you will notice, the "padding" used is cheap with several areas of "hills."

The last photo is the inside of one of the elevators. As you will see, it is dirty (in the morning!), but also there is cheap tape sticking out in the front.

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Updated 8/31: I just received a comment from someone who wants this blog shut down and doesn't like our photos. The person complained about the cheap plastic covering and called it the "industry standard." I've seen a woman with a baby carriage nearly trip over this "industry standard." Here are more photos, taken today, of this "industry standard."

Perhaps It's An Amenity?

I may have figured it out... Those mattresses, rugs, sofas, desks, etc, on the loops are actually amenities! Yes, residents are free to pick up what they want and put it in their apartment. (Who needs Ikea?) And if you need a rest, why there's a sofa or mattress on the loop!

I may have gotten it all wrong previously. Management is doing us a big favor, and we are bitching! Figures!

Stuy Mess - What We Are Living With

These first four photos were taken yesterday. The fourth one shows glass in the debris. I heard a crunch sound when a car went over it.

Below is the 20th Street Loop, closer to 1st Ave.

Further long the loop:

Below: Workers are making new rooms in the one of floors above. This is how the elevator looks. Sorry for the fuzzy pic. Dirt all around and the padding smells. But you know that.

In the morning, a sight I frequently see. The refuse picked up is a lot, so that the back has to be opened and the remaining refuse has to "ride" this way, with the back fully opened and "something" trying to hold in the refuse. In another world, a manager would say, "Make two trips." But, no.

Here We Go Again

Photos taken earlier today. By now, seeing something like this should be very familiar. Of course, there are Blackstone workers, porters, club cars, Public Safety officers that pass scenes like this all the time.

"And how are we doing today, Chief? A-okay? Good!"

Photo taken this morning, around 9am, 20 Street loop.

And later that day, on another loop....

 No doubt the directly above is for Blackstone personnel if they just have to go...

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The next day: the dumping continues. On the loop, bookended by the Management office:

It's considerate of Management to have another toilet seat on the other side of the loop. Also please be aware that there is glass and other sharp objects in this dumping.

While Rome Burns... and the TA Found!

Now, as Rome burned and we had the Thursday "meeting" at the Oval with some of our higher ups, I took a photo of this:

And the TA was found! Here is proof:

And!!!

 Later that day. Near the Management Office, of course: