I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me…


I was a young, single property manager living on site in the MHC.* Someone had, in a sheer act of unimaginable mutiny, thrown all of the pool furniture into the pool. Being the young sassafras that I was, I planned to investigate. Was eviction too harsh a punishment for soggy seats? I think not.

Luckily for me, one of the residents (let’s call him “Snoopy”) wagged his way into my office the next day. I asked if he had any information to share about the horrendous act of the previous day. Did he know when it took place?

I expected Snoopy to have details. I just didn’t realize what kind of details he would have.

He responded, “Yes. I know about when it happened. It was after you went to dinner but before you took out the trash.”


Rockwell (that dude in the above 1984 music video) and I have something in common.

I always feel like somebody’s watching me…

And they are.

Be a leader of character. When Snoopy comes a-snooping, he won’t find any doggy bones buried in your back yard.

*MHC = Manufactured Home Community, a dressed up and very fancy name for what we used to call a Trailer Park.