Joey and Jen are drunk at this party and sitting on the railing of a seating area above the water.
WHY?!?
Even drunk, especially Jen, should steer completely clear of doing that because it’s how Abby died.
Is it even the same place? It kinda looks similar.
I heard nothing about this and am surprised.
We just gave her a bath yesterday, and today she stinks again. It’s just the standard “dog” smell that permeates all soft surfaces. She comes in from outside, walks by me, and I just get a huge waft of the smell. I’m actually getting ready to rip out the carpet in the living room and put down hard flooring because the house just reeks, no matter what I do. I can’t stand this smell anymore. Why would a dog stink so much, and what can I do about it? She hates baths, gets pretty reactive, so I just can’t bathe her every single day.
I have been in property management for 20 years, most of it in assistant manager roles bc it’s what my brain does best and what I excel at most.
I’ve bounced around a lot from company to company due to either property sales where the new company didn’t keep the staff, or due to needing to take any job offered after a sale bc of finances and a lot of those jobs being shitty so I’d move on when I found something better (only for that job to be lost due to a property sale, lol).
Because of this, my resume doesn’t look great.
I just left a job after a year with a massive company bc they were running me ragged and my health was suffering greatly (plus it was a shitty property overrun with roaches and disgusting residents who treated the place like a trash heap), so now I’m on the hunt for a new job and finding the job search insanely difficult. It’s gotten harder over the years due to a lot of companies doing away with APM roles and either splitting those duties between a manager and an LC or by giving them to a corporate role. There are just so few APM job ads out there being posted, and the ones that are, are worse than the job I just left.
I’m finding that by giving my all to this role and trying to remain as consistent as possible throughout all of the turmoil, I’ve now pigeonholed myself and can’t get any other type of job, either.
I’m overqualified to be an LC (even if I did want to do it, which I don’t), under qualified to be a PM (even if I did want to do it, which I don’t, and also most companies promote the APM already at the property when the PM leaves), and not qualified to be anything else other than a general admin assistant, and I can’t get those jobs either bc my resume has so many jobs that nobody wants to hire me and they think I’ll just leave if I get another APM offer.
So literally, I’ve literally given my life and health to this position, but can’t find a job.
I’ve applied for many admin assistant/office manager jobs, I’ve applied for retail jobs, I’ve even applied for jobs with a cleaning company, and I’m either getting rejection emails or no emails at all, and certainly no interviews. I’ve tried account manager for PM vendors, even, thinking that they’d understand what goes on in property management.
I just really don’t know what to do now.
Addresses would be great, so I can just plug them into Maps. I know “the wall”…but where exactly is it? That kind of thing. I know you can’t get too close to Dawson’s house, but would love to at least drive by.
I have 20 years experience, 17 of it in my present title, APM. (I love the APM role and don’t want to move up). I make $24/hr.
We just had to let our groundskeeper go yesterday, and the job is posted today at $20/hr.
I can’t even formulate words right now.
My thoughts:
Amy and Brad come back to the cabin and hang out on the balcony chatting until around 4am (about 20 minutes, according to Brad). Brad goes to bed. Amy is feeling a bit off due to a combination of being out in port, having gotten some sun, having some drinks, and a tad of motion sickness. (Alternate additional theory, if Yellow did have anything to do with it and the “witness” is telling the truth, perhaps he spiked her drink earlier, hoping to get her drugged to take advantage but she left too soon.) She wants to stay outside and cool off and get a little air and have a smoke.
After a bit, she has to go to the bathroom and leaves the patio door open since she’ll only be gone a minute and will be right back. On the way to the bathroom, she pulls off her yellow shirt (Brad said she had it on when they were sitting on the balcony together) because she’s hot and throws it on the chair inside.
Comes back from the bathroom and wants to have another smoke, but knows she’s only having a few puffs and doesn’t want to wake anybody up by shutting the balcony door. Still a bit peaked, wanting a bit more air, she leans up against the curve of the side of the balcony and puts her foot up on the chair or table and pushes herself up a bit so she can feel the breeze and put the cigarette smoke further out so it doesn’t come inside the cabin with the door open.
The railings were shorter back then than they are now, so a few inches makes the difference with center of balance. Loses her balance (maybe the ship rocks, maybe a wave of seasick, maybe if her drink was spiked it really kicked in)… and she simply falls off. It happened quickly, even if she did let out a scream, it might’ve taken a few seconds to register and by then she was already many feet down and the sound of the waves covered it up.
This is literally the most simplistic Occam’s Razor. No puking involved (I know a lot of people ask why there was no puke on the railing if she stepped or kneeled on the table; I don’t believe she did that).
I think that the curve of the balcony would fit a body quite perfectly, and it would be natural to hitch yourself up a bit with your foot on the chair to get further up without actually truly fully sitting on the railing. Seems safer, but just the wrong movement…
(The bottom balcony picture is one I got from a YouTube video of a cabin on the same ship, 7th floor, same cabin category, same side of the ship, taken in 1999, so I feel like it would be nearly identical to Amy’s.)