Well… not “dead” exactly, but not my apartment manager any more either, which is just as good. That’s right. After 7 months of making our lives miserable, the Dragon Lady has resigned her position, effective immediately. The memo from the building owner is hanging for all to see on our building’s front door.

There’s got to be a story behind this. Probably a doozy of a story, at that. … I so wish I knew the story. But like most good stories, this will be one of those that we will probably never hear.

Now the big question is, will she move away? Or will she continue to waft smoke into my living room, thump on her ceiling if I forget to avoid the squeaky floor boards, and continue to collect and spread malicious gossip (most of which she makes up) about other people in the building?

Either way, these beautiful apartments just regained their charm, and I suddenly lost the urge to thumb through the For Rent section of the local paper. Yippee!