You’d THINK a simple move out of our house during a renovation and into a brand new apartment complex would be easy.
You would be wrong.
Still no resolution to the Cablevision problem, even with two men here for over an hour from the contractor company who wired the building during construction. They have no idea why I can’t get channels.
The management of this building doesn’t seem to exist. You can’t actually find out who the Property Manager is. You can’t call the management directly. If you call the main number you get a third party off-site answering service that doesn’t actually forward messages. Fun fun fun.
But that’s not even the Old Dog New Tricks part that’s tough for me. It’s an all new lifestyle. House versus apartment. It’s all new grocery stores. I learned yesterday that if I want to strike up a drug deal, I do it in the parking garage of the White Plains StopnShop. Right there, plain as day, a transaction was going down. No one blinked.
I’ve been going to White Plains since I moved to Bedford in the 1980s. It’s always been a rough city, lots of crime, lots of welfare housing, homelessness, drug deals, you name it. When the kids were little we as a family volunteered at a men’s halfway home near Martine Avenue. In those days citizens were allowed to prepare and bring food to the men, which we did, and we’d sit with them and dine with them. It was a good experience for the children and the men appreciated the home cooked meals. Even back then we were not comfortable leaving White Plains in the dark.
I can’t imagine entering WP after dark now, even as close as the StopnShop. Yes the Wegman’s is next door but my shopping is less highbrow and StopnShop is perfect for the basics. I miss my Shoprite too.
Will I survive? Of course, and I get it, in the scope of life my issues are not issues at all, just minor inconveniences. But so much change at one time is far harder than I expected.
The next step for my cable problem? Call Verizon?