this! is! strata!

There’s nothing worse than having plans when all you want to do is go home and hide under the covers until spring – except maybe having boring plans that you can’t get out of. I’m having a pretty bad day, and I’m fighting a losing battle with my instinct to flee. I would cut a bitch to be able to go home, grab a cat or two and have myself a good old fashioned naked mopey evening complete with a tub of ice cream and sad songs, but I can’t – I have to go to a strata meeting.

This will be my first ever strata meeting. Everything I know about these things comes from TV – I will be sorely disappointed if there are no loud women in bedazzled holiday sweaters, small dogs in costly outfits, enraged bald men and old nosy women with lists of everyone’s transgressions. Perhaps there will also be cookies; the kind that come in the blue tin. We’ve been asked to bring our own chairs, which doesn’t bode well – our lobby is already kind of a sauna; I can’t imagine what it’ll be like after an hour or two of every tenant yelling about rules that they and no one else should be allowed to break. I would sorely love to skip the meeting and do something more constructive with my time, like nap or write letters to Santa, but instead I’ll be downstairs trying to look like I care whether the siding is pressure washed twice a year or three times.

Good times.

7 thoughts on “this! is! strata!”

If your meeting is anything like ours, there will be no fun drama and hardly anyone will actually show up in person (most just filled out proxy voting thingers). Then again, our condo is filled with old people and business people which doesn’t generally equal lots of drama. I hope yours is more interesting!

PROXY VOTE!! Holy crap, I think we have that form! For some reason I thought it meant that you had to make a PERSON attend for you, not that you could vote instead of attending. Dude, I’m so going to do that and then sit in the dark, sniffling. Yay!

Ick- strata is why we moved the heck out of the city & bought a house- those meetings are instant anger-inducing! It’s good to go to at least one though so you know what & who are controlling things.

You should bring your giant foam finger and “GO STRATA” pennant.

Oh my god, I used to LOVE strata meetings. When I lived in Toronto, I used to attend every one of them just to revel in the crazy. The angry bearded gay who wanted people with secret cats evicted – the racist old white lady who always wore FUBU socks – the crazy lesbian who got fined for having tin foil on her windows (that was me) – I loved it all. Here we’re in a 3 unit strata and our meetings are all congenial. What a drag. Hope your proxy form frees you up for naked ice cream tonight!