Dude building managers f***ing suck so goddamned hard. Arrrrgh. I wanted smash the sonova who ran my office this summer's head in with the flat side of a whiskey bottle. Whatever you do don't get him to start a vendetta against you. It was perfectly legit to bring your bike up the freight elevator but he didn't like me cause i tried to use the freight at 4:15 and he didn't come up until 4:30 (when the elevator closes for some unknown reason) and he yelled at me for like 10 minute (after 15 minutes of waiting) and then wouldn't let my bike up or down the elevator or the stairs for the next 4 months. Periodically throughout the summer I'd find my bike industrial taped to sh*t and ****ed with. That guy was a complete c********* and I hope he get's hit by a brick.
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