Last week was a rough one at work. If X ever liked me, I think it’s wearing thin. He went into a fit of rage when he was making his morning smoothie and due to improper attachment of the bottom, there was some leakage, “FUCK! FUCK! RAMONA GET IN HERE!” This behavior is wearing thin for me too. But the thing is, all the other people in the office are truly sweet. Somehow X has managed to surround himself with not just normal human beings, but uncommonly good ones. Perhaps it is because, like a starving animal hungry for blood, he realizes his deficiency.
One example: J. The nanny for the paralegal’s daughters went on the court-run last week as she does three days out of five, and on her way back saw an old man trip on a curb. She introduced herself and offered to help him back to his apartment. Once there, she was horrified by the squalor, he was living in an abandoned building off Market where he had been for almost 60 years. He was 93, and one of five tenants left. There was no heat. There was no elevator. Dirt was piling up in the hallways, and the plaster was falling off in chunks. On Friday, she showed me a video she had filmed while there on her digital camera. It is posted on youtube in an attempt to convince a social worker to find Frank a home. She had been on the phone for three days attempting to secure him safe, affordable housing, and she said she had a breakthrough and was going to check out a place for Frank after work. Then she was going to go help him clean his apartment. The video follows. This city will break your heart if you let it, which you should, but only once a day.