Maintenance man, Chris at Columbus Place, Columbus, was in my apartment shouting like an angry meth head, figuratively or possibly literally given his behavior. All I did was take down my blinds which was apparently against the lease in small print I had forgotten about years ago. Chris wasn’t even working there at the time. He probably doesn’t even work there now.
This sounds like a funny story, but I don’t even talk to people in this building. Confrontation is way out of my comfort zone. I raised a fist at him and backed him out while he was still shouting at me, and my knees wear shaking with utter fear as I did this. (fight or flight) But I called the cops on him and lost my apartment.
I’m not your dad Chris. God knows who is. You were in my home.
I should have been shouting at him if I had the courage to speak up about the building during his 1 year as maintenance man.
Look at his work.
He left me without hot water all winter and without a whole home in the summer.
He came in my apartment to spray and wipe stuff, which is something I do anyway.