Don't even dream of correcting my spelling...
So Shane and I had this argument about a week ago:
Erin: I have to go talk to Pearl (the building supervisor) tomorrow about changing our parking spot.
Shane: What do you mean? That spot is in our contract so we are keeping it.
Erin: Whatever, I don't even know where she is going to move us.
Shane: Well, we aren't going further back. Tell her no. The spot is written into our lease and unless she gives a really good reason we won't switch.
Erin: Nah, I think I'll switch it. She probably wants to give some poor old lady a spot closer to the door.
Shane: There are two able-bodied people on either side of us that could give up their spots instead.
Erin: That's stupid. Why would you begrudge some poor 80-year-old a spot that is twenty steps closer to the door.
Shane: You better not change it for no reason.
Erin: Oh, I'm going to change it.
Shane: You can't.
Erin: Watch me. I'm the one here dealing with it so there is nothing you can do about it.
Shane: Well I'm the one paying for it so you better do what I tell you.
Around this time, I hung up the phone. Upon consulting with Pearl, I discovered that the number for the parking spot on the lease was just a placeholder because of the computer system she used. As luck would have it, the space was empty, but she handed out those spaces on the basis of how long people had been around--she also gave priority to those who really needed closer spots (the old and infirm). I agreed to the switch and let her know that I would need a spot within the next month or so because I needed a car to get to work. She and I talked about the madness of driving to Markham every day and she lamented the fact that it probably meant I wouldn't be staying in the building more than a year. We agreed that by Christmas I would know whether or not the job was for me, and we could go from there.
So today when I went down and told her that I needed to settle with her about a second parking spot, she said I could have a month or so for free since she knew money was probably tight after the big move. Then we discussed where the spot was to be, and she told me that she would move me to the front in the next month or so because someone else was leaving and she wanted me to have a spot that was easy to get to every day since I had so far to commute.
And there you have it. Because I was sweet and kind (for a change--har har) I will have a closer spot within two months of moving into the new building. And because Shane was an insensitive jerk (not to mention chauvinistic asshole...) he will rot in the back of the lot for as long as I can manage to keep him there. I've got the in with the super, and as long as he's on the outs with me he will stay in spot 43--a solid 3 spots behind my temporary location.
