Last Tuesday night, the management company that owns the strip mall the franchise is located in, decided to do some pavement patching. When I arrived late Wednesday afternoon, the parking lot had indeed been patched — large orange traffic cones and warning tape sectioned off large sections of the lot.

By Thursday afternoon, many of the cones had been knocked over. See, our parking lot is also used by the giganormous grocery store located behind us for their employees. So during the day the lot is packed to capacity — of course, the cones were blocking off not only large sections of the through-lanes, but also about twenty parking spots. People put up with it on Wednesday, but by Thursday several people just drove over the cones to park.

Long story short, by Sunday, cones were scattered all over the parking lot. I mean, how long does it take asphalt to dry? It doesn’t take nearly a week, I know that much! And yet we’ve still got cones all over the place, and tape wrapped around one of the brick pillars. The management company doesn’t care - I’m surprised they patched the lot at all. Of course, we’ve had one of those huge thirty-foot tall night-parking lights that somehow got knocked over at the far end of the lot for about two months, and they could barely be bothered to come out and sweep up the broken glass (much less, take it out and replace it), so who the fuck knows.

The people who shop here don’t give a fuck. The store owners and managers don’t give a fuck. The strip mall owners don’t give a fuck. I was thinking about going out yesterday during a lull in work to collect the cones, but then I realized I don’t really give much of a fuck about ‘em either.