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Sep. 21st, 2012 03:14 pmBefore I explain why what happened today ticked me off, I need to go back to Wednesday night and tell you about the oh so fun night I had.
I went to take my shower and get ready for bed at 9:30. When I got out of the shower I could hear people talking. While still in my bathroom. Now, the walls of my apartment are really thin but that’s just ridiculous. But I figured they might just be saying good-night and since I wasn’t actively trying to sleep at that point, I’d wait before saying anything.
But once I was ready to turn out the light I could still hear them so I decided to stick my head out the door and ask them to please keep it down.
I open the door and see three people standing next to a minivan parked in the handicapped spot in front of my unit: a woman and two teenage boys. The boys I’ve seen around, they seem to think the stairs outside my unit are their hang out area. The woman, I’ve never seen before.
I say, “Excuse me” in my normal speaking voice because I know my voice carries and they weren’t that far away. She kept talking so I figured she didn’t hear me. I said it again a bit louder. She started talking louder. I again spoke louder only to have her talk right over me even louder. The next time I freely admit I yelled, “Please keep it down, people are trying to sleep”. She yelled something back while I was shouting at her so I don’t know what she said but I swear I heard the B-word. So I figured that since she wasn’t going to act her age, she appeared to be near my age, I’d just call the apartment office.
I then began peeking through the blinds to see if the courtesy guy ever showed up because I’ve yet to see him respond to one of my complaints. She started pacing back and forth in front of my unit, talking on her phone and yelling for me to come out and say it to her face. Sorry, I already tried that and you acted like the word you called me.
I called the apartment again and still no response. One of the boys then went and got a basketball and the two boys then started ‘playing’ basketball in the middle of the drive. At this point I thought I heard her say “…do something to your car…” but it could have been that she was trying to tell me to not worry, that she wasn’t going to do anything to my car.
I began to feel threatened so I called my dad for advice. He said if I felt like I needed to, I should call the police. So I did.
This was at 10. The whole thing started around 9:40. The cops showed up around 10:30, I had called the non-emergency number.
The one that knocked on my door was taking my statement when the woman came out of the unit across from mine. Until then I thought she lived above me, I’ve never seen her before and have only seen teenagers going in and out of that particular unit and while on with dispatch I heard the door open and close and people moving around and going up the stairs.
She was very aggressive, bouncing from foot to foot like a fighter getting ready for a fight. In front of the police. I felt that confirmed my statement.
The officer then took her statement and she said, “She opened the door and started screaming at me.” When he asked what I said she replied, “I couldn’t make out any words. It was just gibberish.” He then said that I told him I had said, “Excuse me” several times and maybe she just didn’t hear me. She bent over double laughing and said that no, I hadn’t.
Two other officers then arrived and stepped inside my unit and closed the door. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but now I’m convinced, based on what they said when they left, that they did that thinking I was the bigger threat at that time.
I was asked to stay up just a bit longer, it was nearly 11 by this point, and they would be right back with me.
A few minutes later they came to tell me that I needed to not speak to her for a while, as if I’ve ever spoken to her before and that someone standing around talking loud isn’t considered a public disturbance. I didn’t report a public disturbance; I reported what I saw as a threat to me and my child. I was left feeling like, once again, Carrollton cops only saw me as a bratty woman who hasn’t grown up and loves to tattle on people who are doing the tiniest thing wrong.
This left me with very little sleep for yesterday but I managed to work my entire shift without feeling like I was about to fall asleep.
Today, I’m still fairly tired and wasn’t paying really close attention to this one store’s deposits I was verifying. They didn’t have them in date order and I thought they didn’t have one for a certain date. When I looked at the log, I didn’t see the amount for that day so I sent them an email saying that the amount wasn’t in the system. As I was doing the next store I realized I had looked at the wrong store so I sent an email apologizing that I had the wrong information.
When we send emails to the stores we have to CC Jessy and Lingling. After I sent the retraction email, Jessy emailed me with:
It’s not like I send the wrong information all that often. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did. So tell me, how am I supposed to ‘cut down’ on something that’s all but non-existent?
I went to take my shower and get ready for bed at 9:30. When I got out of the shower I could hear people talking. While still in my bathroom. Now, the walls of my apartment are really thin but that’s just ridiculous. But I figured they might just be saying good-night and since I wasn’t actively trying to sleep at that point, I’d wait before saying anything.
But once I was ready to turn out the light I could still hear them so I decided to stick my head out the door and ask them to please keep it down.
I open the door and see three people standing next to a minivan parked in the handicapped spot in front of my unit: a woman and two teenage boys. The boys I’ve seen around, they seem to think the stairs outside my unit are their hang out area. The woman, I’ve never seen before.
I say, “Excuse me” in my normal speaking voice because I know my voice carries and they weren’t that far away. She kept talking so I figured she didn’t hear me. I said it again a bit louder. She started talking louder. I again spoke louder only to have her talk right over me even louder. The next time I freely admit I yelled, “Please keep it down, people are trying to sleep”. She yelled something back while I was shouting at her so I don’t know what she said but I swear I heard the B-word. So I figured that since she wasn’t going to act her age, she appeared to be near my age, I’d just call the apartment office.
I then began peeking through the blinds to see if the courtesy guy ever showed up because I’ve yet to see him respond to one of my complaints. She started pacing back and forth in front of my unit, talking on her phone and yelling for me to come out and say it to her face. Sorry, I already tried that and you acted like the word you called me.
I called the apartment again and still no response. One of the boys then went and got a basketball and the two boys then started ‘playing’ basketball in the middle of the drive. At this point I thought I heard her say “…do something to your car…” but it could have been that she was trying to tell me to not worry, that she wasn’t going to do anything to my car.
I began to feel threatened so I called my dad for advice. He said if I felt like I needed to, I should call the police. So I did.
This was at 10. The whole thing started around 9:40. The cops showed up around 10:30, I had called the non-emergency number.
The one that knocked on my door was taking my statement when the woman came out of the unit across from mine. Until then I thought she lived above me, I’ve never seen her before and have only seen teenagers going in and out of that particular unit and while on with dispatch I heard the door open and close and people moving around and going up the stairs.
She was very aggressive, bouncing from foot to foot like a fighter getting ready for a fight. In front of the police. I felt that confirmed my statement.
The officer then took her statement and she said, “She opened the door and started screaming at me.” When he asked what I said she replied, “I couldn’t make out any words. It was just gibberish.” He then said that I told him I had said, “Excuse me” several times and maybe she just didn’t hear me. She bent over double laughing and said that no, I hadn’t.
Two other officers then arrived and stepped inside my unit and closed the door. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but now I’m convinced, based on what they said when they left, that they did that thinking I was the bigger threat at that time.
I was asked to stay up just a bit longer, it was nearly 11 by this point, and they would be right back with me.
A few minutes later they came to tell me that I needed to not speak to her for a while, as if I’ve ever spoken to her before and that someone standing around talking loud isn’t considered a public disturbance. I didn’t report a public disturbance; I reported what I saw as a threat to me and my child. I was left feeling like, once again, Carrollton cops only saw me as a bratty woman who hasn’t grown up and loves to tattle on people who are doing the tiniest thing wrong.
This left me with very little sleep for yesterday but I managed to work my entire shift without feeling like I was about to fall asleep.
Today, I’m still fairly tired and wasn’t paying really close attention to this one store’s deposits I was verifying. They didn’t have them in date order and I thought they didn’t have one for a certain date. When I looked at the log, I didn’t see the amount for that day so I sent them an email saying that the amount wasn’t in the system. As I was doing the next store I realized I had looked at the wrong store so I sent an email apologizing that I had the wrong information.
When we send emails to the stores we have to CC Jessy and Lingling. After I sent the retraction email, Jessy emailed me with:
Please take the time to always double check your information before emailing a store. I would like you to work on cutting down on the amount of emails sent to stores that have incorrect information.
It’s not like I send the wrong information all that often. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did. So tell me, how am I supposed to ‘cut down’ on something that’s all but non-existent?
