I really shy away from saying goodbye. There's finality that leaves an icky feeling in my heart and soul. However, today, I said goodbye to my old "home" at Highlands at Wynhaven. As I was dropping off my keys and whatnot, I ran up on the head maintenance guy and his trusty wingman / sidekick.
Those boys were the bomb! Any maintenance request I submitted was addressed immediately, and without complaint. Granted I didn't do often, I honestly assessed it. The best or funniest story that I have about us is this:
One innocuous Monday morning, I was four-wheelin' hella as I woke up. I jumped into the Sapphire Sled from stall #45 with gym bag and messenger bag. As I crept up to the automated garage door, I stopped too close to it. As the door hit my license plate holder, it jumped off the track!
FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!
I hopped out. I tried lifting the gate enough to put in on track; literally. Not one inch. Awesome. Then the other residents of J building started their cars and piling up behind my car. UGH - my mother told me I'd have days like this... While on the phone with the emergency maintenance person, I walked up to each trapped driver to apologize for the delay. For a split second I was a large type asshat, which I was genuinely sorry about.
The boys (Steve and Juan) bombed down to the scene hours before their work shifts. In the attempt to hit the emergency switch, the chain was tangled up in the box. And that short-circuited that. There is no manual override switch either.
So the boys muscled the ginormous, metal gate open enough to let the SS and other cars passed.
Wow. I've gotta pay them back!
That night I picked up a 24 pack of Dos Equis (their request, not mine!) I placed the case in the maintenance closet a foot away from stall #45. I called the emergency line which is one of their cell phones and not monitored for "quality and training purposes". Thankfully my call went into voicemail. I advised that a box of tools is in the closet, that needed to be picked up as soon as possible because it might be taken.
I double-checked the next morning. I discovered it was gone. I saw on my drive back from work Steve had a shit-ass eating grin on his face, and Juan looked hungover.
Paid in full, I thought.
And that's just one memory of many that I've created in the half-decade I stayed there. I'm off to a new place to create new memories.
I will definitely miss the view from J307... man, it was gorgeous! The "Great Room" has host to hella parties that threatened to blow the roof off! From the DJ Hero House Party to the Avenging Bayne Avengers Viewing Party, and each party in-between was a blast.
I no longer have the keys. I did it, done it, liked it and loved it. Be good like you should but if you can't be good... BE GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO!!
Ciao!
Aloha!
Mabuhay!
Goodbye, Highlands at Wynhaven!
This has been my C Note.
'los; out
Those boys were the bomb! Any maintenance request I submitted was addressed immediately, and without complaint. Granted I didn't do often, I honestly assessed it. The best or funniest story that I have about us is this:
One innocuous Monday morning, I was four-wheelin' hella as I woke up. I jumped into the Sapphire Sled from stall #45 with gym bag and messenger bag. As I crept up to the automated garage door, I stopped too close to it. As the door hit my license plate holder, it jumped off the track!
FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!
I hopped out. I tried lifting the gate enough to put in on track; literally. Not one inch. Awesome. Then the other residents of J building started their cars and piling up behind my car. UGH - my mother told me I'd have days like this... While on the phone with the emergency maintenance person, I walked up to each trapped driver to apologize for the delay. For a split second I was a large type asshat, which I was genuinely sorry about.
The boys (Steve and Juan) bombed down to the scene hours before their work shifts. In the attempt to hit the emergency switch, the chain was tangled up in the box. And that short-circuited that. There is no manual override switch either.
So the boys muscled the ginormous, metal gate open enough to let the SS and other cars passed.
Wow. I've gotta pay them back!
That night I picked up a 24 pack of Dos Equis (their request, not mine!) I placed the case in the maintenance closet a foot away from stall #45. I called the emergency line which is one of their cell phones and not monitored for "quality and training purposes". Thankfully my call went into voicemail. I advised that a box of tools is in the closet, that needed to be picked up as soon as possible because it might be taken.
I double-checked the next morning. I discovered it was gone. I saw on my drive back from work Steve had a shit-ass eating grin on his face, and Juan looked hungover.
Paid in full, I thought.
And that's just one memory of many that I've created in the half-decade I stayed there. I'm off to a new place to create new memories.
I will definitely miss the view from J307... man, it was gorgeous! The "Great Room" has host to hella parties that threatened to blow the roof off! From the DJ Hero House Party to the Avenging Bayne Avengers Viewing Party, and each party in-between was a blast.
I no longer have the keys. I did it, done it, liked it and loved it. Be good like you should but if you can't be good... BE GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO!!
Ciao!
Aloha!
Mabuhay!
Goodbye, Highlands at Wynhaven!
This has been my C Note.
'los; out
"So long, farewell,au Wiedersehen, good bye.Hate to go and leave this pretty sight.So long, farewell, au wiedersehen, adieu. Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.......fr. Sound of Music"
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