All kidding aside, it's really starting to get to the point where it's almost triggering, you know? I mean, I don't know. Maybe I expect too much out of the managers at our complex, but it isn't fair that I have to deal with this CONSTANTLY. Grrrr I go to work. . .I come home. . .and it's there. I don't know. . .it *feels* a lot like dealing with your issues, b/c even though you can't always SEE it, you know it's there. Just steaming and simmering beneath the surface and if you don't deal with it, it will come exploding up and out and you're going to have a hell of a mess to deal with. I think I'll share this with T next time I see him. . .the analogy of therapy verses the problem with the septic tank.

I don't know. . .am I nuts?