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I hate Lincoln Military Housing. I would move in a heart beat if I could get my husband to agree to it.
But lesson learned. I do not EVER want to live in a house managed my LMH again!
Let's start with the normal issues;
- Getting work orders completed correctly and in a timely manner is next to impossible. Putting in the service request isn't always a piece of cake either, as apparently no one is ever in the office.
I have issues with random strangers coming into my house when no one is home, so I did not sign the "permission to enter" form. This basically means, unless of emergency, they have to make an appointment with me. But they only make appointments two half days a week, and judging by how fast those appointments fill up, I'm guessing a lot of people have issues with the idea of random strangers going through their houses.
-When you have an emergency they tend to "lose" your ticket information. I didn't have a working stove for FOUR days. I don't own a microwave, so I use my stove a lot. Having it go out was a huge problem. I called countless times, and no one ever showed up. Finally when I demanded to talk to a supervisor, instead of contacting a supervisor, they sent a maintenance person out.
The attitudes I've gotten from the maintenance workers is priceless. Heaven forbid a smoke detector goes out after 5pm or on weekends and holidays.
-Utilities. No one knows how they're calculated. Not LMH, not the energy company. It seems a little shady.
-Who knows how they verify information. I got a violation notice for not keeping my fenced in backyard clean... I don't have a fenced in backyard.
why isn't there a PPS- Parental Protective Service?
JUST A MOM?
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office,
Was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
'What I mean is,' explained the recorder, 'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'
'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman. 'I'm a Mom.'
'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, housewife' covers it,' Said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
In the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
Efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'
'What is your occupation?' she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.'
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
Looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
In bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
'just what you do in your field?'
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
'I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
And already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
And I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers,
And the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
Completed the form, stood up , and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
Testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official re cords as someone more
Distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
'Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relatio ns'
And great grandmothers
Executive Senior Research Associates?'
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
Associate Research Assistants.
Please send this to another Mom,
And other friends you know.
May your troubles be less,
Your blessing be more,
And nothing but happiness come through your door!