July 14, 2011
There’s a male resident of the shelter who got a job at the Price Chopper a couple of weeks ago. Soon after he did that, he and I happened to be in the kitchen of the shelter at the same time in the morning. There’s only an hour to get ready to go from the time the staff volunteer wakes everyone up at 6:00 a.m. to the time that we’re all supposed to leave, so there tend to be a lot of people passing through the kitchen at that time who aren’t otherwise frequently in that close of proximity to each other if they can help it. He took a large carton of yogurt out of the refrigerator, showed it to me, and said “I’m going to have yogurt for breakfast.”
I didn’t say anything, but perhaps the look of absolute revulsion that I likely wore on my way out of the kitchen less than a second later was something to which he took offense. I wonder if he has had anything to do with the increasing viciousness that I’ve been experiencing at the Price Chopper ever since.
I have never been anything but nice to that guy. I never led him on in any way. What’s more, whatever indecisiveness I’ve ever had with other people never applied to him at all; neither was I brutal in any way that I discreetly rejected his interest even before what was either his extremely unsuccessful attempt to woo me with yogurt or to take vengeance upon me for having discreetly rebuffed his earlier advances.
This morning, July 14, 2011, I went downstairs from the second floor and there was a loud, male cough as I went into the basement. I went back up to the first floor, looked out and said “Who was that?” The Price Chopper employee was grinning at me and he pointed somewhere between two other male residents, at least one of whom was also grinning. The Price Chopper employee said “What are you going to do if we cough, beat us all up?”
There was a guy that I lost patience with last night. He NEVER leaves me alone; he coughs to the point of retching, and I have NEVER tried to provoke him, he has always been the one to provoke me. I had tried to be diplomatic with him earlier in the evening, but by the end of the night I did lose my temper and called him “a f---ing loser.”
A female resident of the shelter was outside with that guy and said to me "Because he coughed?" as if she didn't know what was going on. The male staff volunteer, who is the same guy that I mentioned put his coffee cup in the sink in front of me one morning and who has been abusive and encouraging of abuse at other times gave me a "What are talking about, Lena?" look, also.
The lying that goes on about the issues,that stage of the game; that part of it is something I find disgusting in another way besides the gestures and bestial noises that people make.
In the middle of the night, I got up, went into the kichen, and saw two empty boxes of Cheese Nips sitting on the counter. I took them out to the recyling, for which I had to pass by the window of the office where that staff volunteer had his cot. I heard him give a loud cough through the open window after I had been to the recycling bin and was passing by again. My diplomatic skills hadn't been restored by a few hours of sleep, and I said "That is PATHETIC" before I went back into the house.
There are a couple of male residents sleeping on cots in the common area. There was also a new, female resident watching TV in the next room over, which is still part of the dining room common area where they were sleeping and has very little separation from it. I went into the restroom to brush my teeth and hair again, and I heard her start coughing outside the door. I looked out and said "You're not supposed to be in the common areas after 11:00 p.m., especially making noise, and there are people sleeping over there."
When I looked out again, she and another female resident who have harassmed me in the past and who had just gone into the kitchen a few minutes before that were gone.
Copyright L. Kochman July 14, 2011 @ 3:42 p.m.
There’s a male resident of the shelter who got a job at the Price Chopper a couple of weeks ago. Soon after he did that, he and I happened to be in the kitchen of the shelter at the same time in the morning. There’s only an hour to get ready to go from the time the staff volunteer wakes everyone up at 6:00 a.m. to the time that we’re all supposed to leave, so there tend to be a lot of people passing through the kitchen at that time who aren’t otherwise frequently in that close of proximity to each other if they can help it. He took a large carton of yogurt out of the refrigerator, showed it to me, and said “I’m going to have yogurt for breakfast.”
I didn’t say anything, but perhaps the look of absolute revulsion that I likely wore on my way out of the kitchen less than a second later was something to which he took offense. I wonder if he has had anything to do with the increasing viciousness that I’ve been experiencing at the Price Chopper ever since.
I have never been anything but nice to that guy. I never led him on in any way. What’s more, whatever indecisiveness I’ve ever had with other people never applied to him at all; neither was I brutal in any way that I discreetly rejected his interest even before what was either his extremely unsuccessful attempt to woo me with yogurt or to take vengeance upon me for having discreetly rebuffed his earlier advances.
This morning, July 14, 2011, I went downstairs from the second floor and there was a loud, male cough as I went into the basement. I went back up to the first floor, looked out and said “Who was that?” The Price Chopper employee was grinning at me and he pointed somewhere between two other male residents, at least one of whom was also grinning. The Price Chopper employee said “What are you going to do if we cough, beat us all up?”
There was a guy that I lost patience with last night. He NEVER leaves me alone; he coughs to the point of retching, and I have NEVER tried to provoke him, he has always been the one to provoke me. I had tried to be diplomatic with him earlier in the evening, but by the end of the night I did lose my temper and called him “a f---ing loser.”
A female resident of the shelter was outside with that guy and said to me "Because he coughed?" as if she didn't know what was going on. The male staff volunteer, who is the same guy that I mentioned put his coffee cup in the sink in front of me one morning and who has been abusive and encouraging of abuse at other times gave me a "What are talking about, Lena?" look, also.
The lying that goes on about the issues,that stage of the game; that part of it is something I find disgusting in another way besides the gestures and bestial noises that people make.
In the middle of the night, I got up, went into the kichen, and saw two empty boxes of Cheese Nips sitting on the counter. I took them out to the recyling, for which I had to pass by the window of the office where that staff volunteer had his cot. I heard him give a loud cough through the open window after I had been to the recycling bin and was passing by again. My diplomatic skills hadn't been restored by a few hours of sleep, and I said "That is PATHETIC" before I went back into the house.
There are a couple of male residents sleeping on cots in the common area. There was also a new, female resident watching TV in the next room over, which is still part of the dining room common area where they were sleeping and has very little separation from it. I went into the restroom to brush my teeth and hair again, and I heard her start coughing outside the door. I looked out and said "You're not supposed to be in the common areas after 11:00 p.m., especially making noise, and there are people sleeping over there."
When I looked out again, she and another female resident who have harassmed me in the past and who had just gone into the kitchen a few minutes before that were gone.
Copyright L. Kochman July 14, 2011 @ 3:42 p.m.