Payback at Crack Central

....Cont'd, So my whole problems began here at the Oaks during the conversion as the Oaks got subsidies with the local Housing Authority. I had difficulties with the new manager Ray Butcher. Some people got evicted, some people left. With me, they moved in someone over me with a really loud bassy stereo, drove me crazy! I beat on his door at 7:00 am in the morning, called the police on him (with results), when that didn't work I produced my own loud stereo( with huge speakers). That got me in trouble with my neighbors. So I quit using those speakers. I ditched that stereo system in one of the closets here at the Hotel. The next time I was in Ray Butchers office, the stereo system I once owned was sitting in his office, speakers and all. He's welcomed to them I thought, they were old and junky. But that stereo system was up in that office well after Butcher left the Oaks.
I was vocal, complaining about some of the conditions going on here. My most vociferous complaint..The dirty carpets! I was ashamed to stay here, the carpets were friggin filthy, like the carpets would get up an walk away some times. Every once in a while they clean the carpets, (also there are many bathrooms in this building, the Oaks does a very good job maintaining and cleaning these restrooms.) I suggested to them that they put some plastic over the carpets ..Thereby preserving them. Seems like the management here shrugged off that idea, so I wrote letters, probably pissing off Mr.Butcher. During the renovation around 1998-1999. They re-carpeted the whole bldg. Yet they can barely manage to keep these carpets clean sometimes...but they try.

miraculously that noisy, bassy neighbor of mine left the Oaks (an intelligent guy), but now, because of the renovation I was told I would have to re-locate while they renovated my room. I was told they were changing my room into a "handicapped room" so I wouldn't be able to move back in that room...I had to temporarily relocate in a large roach infested room.

Well actually they gave me a choice, either a roach infested room, or a very noisy, potentially dirty room. I chose the roach infested one cause I figured I could get rid of the roaches. It was a single young mother and her little kid. I felt I had a duty to clean up that room, cause I knew the person who lived in it before. With pesticides, boric acid, buckets of warm water, cleaners and a vacuum cleaner ..I got rid of the roach infestation. The vacuum cleaner, to get rid of the roach carcasses.

The mistake I made in hindsight was that I should have stayed in that room. When the renovation were complete ,they were ready to move me in my new room. That's my present room I am living in now #611 587 15th St. Oakland California. That's were this sad saga started when I signed my papers for my new room. Which was a lot cleaner than my previous room, freshly painted (not very) a window with a view outside, a smaller room though, new capetting. Plus I'd only have to pay a fraction of the rent, and I had a interesting job. I felt I was "In like Flint".