So, I work at a condominium for 2 days over the weekend. On weekdays another girl works there while I work elsewhere (charter school). 3 days in a row, over the weekdays, a resident has been verbally abusing my coworker and the building manager. On my shift, the guy doesn't bother me (thank goodness), BUT! I have no idea what he looks like because he usually doesn't hang up at night.

If he bothers me I am to call the police, my supervisor, and the building manager (or whoever is on call that day).

TONIGHT, I am watching people go in and out of the building. I take my attention away for a moment to speak with a resident who is informing me of an issue. Then, I proceed to print out sheets so I can write it up.

I then get a call from the building manager (who is a creep with nothing better to do than watch people on camera from his house), and he says that, "three to four minutes ago a guy wearing a sports jacket walked out and then came back in. Did you see him?" I tell him no and he laughs like he's annoyed with me or something and then mentions that I was playing around on my phone and not paying attention. He tells me that from now on I should pay more attention to who comes in and out of the building...

Firstly, I no longer have a phone. It broke. I drowned it on accident, really. Secondly, three to four minutes ago I was listening to a complaint, printing ****, and writing **** up. All I do is watch people come in and out of the ****ing building. Yeah, I was playing on my tablet for a duration, but I always stop to observe who comes in and goes out. I scrutinize people so damn closely that I'm 100% sure that they feel that I'm ****ing creepy. I can see the looks of discomfort on their faces. At least that's what I think it is.

I hate it when people make up ****. They're not cute, they're not funny, and they're not special. Seriously, I could see why anyone would want to curse out the building manager. He always talks down to people like they're slow and ****. That's why nobody ever works here for long. They hate it here. I'm not worried about pissy residents with issues. I get anxious because I'm worried I might get pissed off and act impulsively. It's hard to keep control.

And now I'm also learning that I'm supposed to work on my damn off day tomorrow because my coworker is "gone". What the hell does gone mean? She quit? She died? She took a vacation? What? Nobody bothers to tell me of my shift change. It's always sudden and absolute.

**** this ****!

I would wish illwill on the building so that it would crumble, but there are actually people here that are innocent and kind. Lucky *** bastards...