Category Archives: WTF!

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This is how you say F**K you politely and without actually having to say it :)? AKA my bitchy letter to my landlord

BEHOLD!

There is something SO satisfying about telling someone off who\’s done you So. Much. Wrong. 🙂

Allow me to make something clear to you.  This is MY home.  I pay rent for the “privilege” of living here.  The Régie du logement has it clearly stated on their website that NO ONE is allowed access to anyone’s dwelling without twenty four hours of notice either written or verbal unless there is an extreme emergency.  Such as a flood, a fire, an electrical problem and so forth.  NONE of which occurred the day in question.

You can not under ANY circumstances e-mail me and show up at my door a few hours later, this is NOT how it works.

I am well aware that experts do not work on weekends.  However is this “expert” of yours registered with the government as outlined in the Ville de Montreal’s website?  More specifically outlined in the pamphlet that I sent you the link to.  Because I will ask to see such verification before I allow entrance of whoever your expert is into my home.

Is this expert of yours aware that it takes upwards of two hours to complete the job and that it is recommended that I not be in residence for at least 45 minutes after the fact?

So please enlighten me as to how that would work showing up at my door at almost 8pm?

Also please note that the next time you try to unlawfully enter my apartment without my permission I will be calling the police.  I am quite certain that you would not like to be arrested for unlawful entering and trespassing.  This is exactly what will happen should you make that attempt again without my permission.

I did not give you ANY permission verbal or written to enter my apartment.  I don’t know who you think you are showing up at my door when it’s convient for you without giving me reasonable notice first.  Certain steps need to be taken in terms of preparation to have the job done.  Ergo notice is necessary.  Otherwise this will just prolong the job at hand, which takes a lot longer then 5-10 minutes.

I was home when you arrived, granted I had not checked my e-mail at that point and was indisposed and un-able to answer my door.  That was when I heard someone trying to enter into my dwelling.  After having experienced a recent attempted break-in, I am on high alert when someone shows up at my door un-announced.  By the time I was able to get to the door, no one was there.  However judging by your e-mail saying that it was you at my door, I can assume that it was you.

What if you were able to gain un-permissible access when it was a NON emergency and I was with someone?  I have a right to my privacy.  I have been nothing but patient, considerate and understanding about pretty much everything.  Violating my rights is where I draw the line.  It wasn’t urgent until I filed a complaint with the Régie du logement who then suggested due to the nature of one my (numerous) complaints I contact the Ville de Montreal for intervention.  Clearly this is a rather pathetic attempt at trying to save you and perhaps your job.  Lest the city step in and discover a whole plethora of things wrong with my dwelling or the building.  Had you actually taken the time to respond to my registered letter within the proposed time line and followed the protocol as set forth by the Régie du logement then this wouldn’t have been an issue.  However you didn’t, therefore it is.

I have already spoken to a representative at the Ville de Montreal office and I will be scheduling an appointment with a building inspector regardless.  Whereupon I will be taking their findings with me to my yet to be scheduled hearing with the Régie du logement.

I will not be free most of this week as I have meetings and so forth and will not be able to free up anytime for this matter.  It’s not urgent, although still problematic in nature.  I have however been living with this situation for months now.  As much as it’s physically, mentally and emotionally troubling to me I will have no choice but to live with it a little longer.  You had more then sufficient and ample time to correct this.  Time which was not utilized by yourself.  That’s also not my fault and I will exercise any form of recourse bestowed upon me by the Ville de Montreal and the Régie du logement from here on out.

I feel SO much better now!

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My psycho property manager

The saga continues…

It\’s no secret that I am not pleased with my living situation as pretty much everyone knows.  I have since filed a complaint with the regie de lodgement about the living conditions around here.  Seeking punitive damages to the tune of $8000.00 dollars.  I was told by my agent to contact the city and file a formal complaint.  After contacting the city about filing said complaint and having a building inspector come in and take a look at the situation in my home, I was told to write up a formal letter giving my landlord ten (10) days notice to correct said problems.  Which would have given her until Friday March 4th 2011 to do what I had requested.  The list is long, I will not add it here for legal reasons.  It was not stipulated to me by the ville de Montreal that I had to stipulate 10 business days or just 10 days.  So I sent in the letter that night and sent it via registered mail.  She received it on Feb 24th, two days after it was sent.  I have the verification stating as much.  So that gives her 8 days, or technically 9 since I did not include the day the letter was sent to be fair.  Not that I feel that they deserve any form of fairness, however I try to be a fair person.

It is now March 8th, four days after the imposed deadline.  Around 7:30 this evening, there was someone banging at my door.  Seeing as how I am not expecting any company, I for obvious reasons choose not to answer my door.  By law she has to give me 24 hours notice to show up here or I can refuse to let her into my home.  So I did just that.  As in refused to let her in.  This is really just a case of her trying to save her ass from whomever owns the actual property and likely trying to save her job.  Had it been done correctly in the first place, none of this would be an issue.  How dare you think for a second that it\’s OK for you to just show up without any formal notice?  What if I had plans? What if I was having sex and you waltzed in?  I mean seriously?  How dare you!

I have been MORE then patient and rather considerate with this whole situation.  I have done nothing but take exceptional care of my home.  I\’ve taken all the appropriate steps to right several wrongs and yet it takes a damn eternity to get things done around here.  I have had enough of her discombobulated nonsense and therefore I have decided to  put my foot down.

It\’s too little, too damn late and this time I am fighting back.  It\’s as simple as that.  I will be going to my home office for the city as soon as I\’m done work tomorrow and filling a formal complaint with them to get a building inspector in here to add one more nail to the coffin that they have built for themselves.

It\’s really not about the money, it\’s the principal of the whole thing.  Had she actually taken the time to acknowledge me and my requests in the designated time period then this would have not been an issue.  However she did not, therefore it\’s going to be their loss, not mine.

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Penis envy, health regulations and tattoos

*Fair warning TMI post to follow in some area\’s.  Can\’t say I didn\’t warn you!*

One hot button topic that seems to be forever in the minds of the most dedicated modification artists and connoisseur\’s (I am talking about the die hard collectors and enthusiasts, not the kid who has one or two to \”look cool\”) is regulation of the industry.  Because you know what?

There isn\’t one.

Yeah that\’s right.  Modification artists pretty much set their own \”rules\” when it comes to age and so forth and all the one\’s that I know personally follow the golden unwritten rule of being at least 16 for some piercings and 18+ for those of a sexual nature.  They practice the most sterile techniques, keep themselves up to date on what\’s what and stay informed.  This is one aspect what makes them so damn good at what they do: They treat your health and well being with the utmost respect and have your well being in mind and you also get a kick ass accessory to boot, so hey why not right?  I love me some shiny new tattoos!

So what does this have to do with my penis envy and regulations as a whole?

Everything! (This is where the TMI comes in)

I had to buckle down and see my OBGYN yesterday (YAY ME o_O) as in your know my Dr. for my girly bits.  I HATE and I do mean hate going there.  Now don\’t get me wrong Dr. G overall is pretty cool.  Except for yesterday, he was being a bit of a huge ass douche.  My appointment ran later then anticipated, not my fault of course.  *I* was there on time and got to cool my heels for almost an hour.  Not an excuse to act like a total dick.  I don\’t give a flying fuck how many vagina\’s your hands been up that day buddy, I don\’t like lying on this fucking table trussed up like a damn turkey either but hey YOU had the choice to go into OBGYN, I however had NO say in my gender.

If I did, I would much prefer to be a man.  Men don\’t have gynecologists that invade their space every 6 months.

So I\’m sitting there, waiting for him to come in sans pants wearing socks and my hoodie.  Straight out of a scene of bad 80\’s porn right there!  So I was taking a deeper look at my surroundings since I had nothing else to do.  Big ass bag of these awesome, disposable speculum (non sterile of course) and a big ass box of cervical scrapers (sounds pleasant doesn\’t it?) also NON sterile and a pile of culture catchers as in glass slides, ALSO NON sterile.  Along with a big ass tube of generic medical lube which my Dr. is a little too generous with and always makes my vag itch (thanks Dr. G).  Anyway, he walks in throws on some gloves without washing his hands first (WTF?) until I pointed out that he wasn\’t touching me until he had done so.  I seen the 4 vag woman that walked out before me and it makes me wonder if he didn\’t wash his hands with them either?  I mean seriously?  Fucking nasty!

GLOVES ARE NOT A REPLACEMENT FOR HAND WASHING!

Reminds me of this post that Shannon wrote and the picture he snapped in the hospital!  (Oh if your wondering what a hyfrecator is, read up on it here. (which makes that image 100 times more nasty) also this entry (second picture in) makes my skin crawl.
And I got to thinking that these instruments and the like are going to be introduced to the most intimate place on my body.  All of which are just sitting out there, in the open with countless people walking in and out of that office day after day after day.  Crawling with God knows what type of germs and bacteria!  Oh but yes, please do use those on my girly bits with your UN-washed hands!

The health industry is clearly not as regulated as one would think and as Shannon said:\”I mentioned in the previous entry that when I was at the hospital last I was disturbed that the hyfrecator tool was covered in blood. The doctor blamed this on the residents who do a poor job (it’s not the first time I’ve seen stray blood at this particular hospital), but I wanted to mention that it bothered me that their clean tools are kept in a bin that pretty much overlaps with their overflowing container of dirty tools. It’s my feeling that the two — contaminated tools and clean/sterile tools — need to be kept completely separate and everything possible should be done to minimize the risk of cross contamination…
Is this going to cause a problem? Probably not, but it easily could, and really, it just reeks of low standards and a sloppy thought process. It bothers me to no end that tattoo studios and to a lesser extent estheticians’ studios are beaten to death with high standards in these areas, but that hospitals, doctors, and dentists — who should know better by virtue of their educations — don’t seem to give a damn.\”

So when I headed over to Ania\’s blog and read one of her latest finds that involve the modification industry I got to thinking about my Dr\’s appointments vs my tattoo appointments and whose hands I feel safer touching my body.

My conclusion?

My modification artists win hands down.  Not ONCE, have I EVER felt \”UN-safe\” with anyone who\’s done work on me.  Both shops that I frequent have separate area\’s for hand washing, sterilization and sterilized equipment.  Not ONCE have I ever had to request that they wash their hands, or noticed anything that would question or concern my overall health and well being.  It\’s sad for me to think that they know more about proper health practices and  sanitation then my gyno does.  Which is pretty disturbing.  Sadly, getting a new Dr. isn\’t as simple as finding a good tattoo artist.  Which isn\’t always as easy either but I digress.

What also get\’s me is that if I was to forget my medicare card it would cost me $100.00 for about 10 mins of his precious time where I felt dehumanized at this last visit (usually he\’s pretty chill) whereas that same amount of money would buy me an hour of my artists time and not only do I feel at home, 100% comfortable and like the fucking person I am, I first and foremost feel safe.  I also feel as if I am being heard.  My gyno? Not so much.  Selective hearing much?  I think so.  Douche.    I trust my artists with my life and have complete faith that they\’ll take care of me and do what they can to ensure that everything is as clean and sterile as it can be.  Whereas that same clinic that a person I know also goes there for her annual exam found out over a year later from a previous smear that she had cervical cancer and had to have a hysterectomy before she was 40.  WTF?

Now you tell me, who\’s more on the ball here?  Modification artists or Doctors?

Yes there are some horrendously shady modification artists out there, no doubt.  Yet there is a continual witch hunt in the modification industry that the government has yet to step in and regulate, even when tattoo artists are begging for it at this point and yet we\’re supposed to respect the people who are supposed to take care of us because they have medical degree\’s.  Having a fancy piece of paper don\’t mean a damn thing if your not doing what your supposed to be doing, let alone doing it right.

Now due to an undiagnosed problem that\’s related to my lady parts, I have to get a pelvic and vaginal ultrasound.  I\’ll save how I feel about that later.  Although I will say this much: I will be riding that technicians ass like no one\’s business because a damn condom DOES NOT replace proper cleaning procedures and I am shuddering in disgust already just thinking about how many woman have had that shoved up their crotch.

In fact, I\’ll bring my own antibacterial wipes and hospital grade germicide just to satisfy my germaphobia.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!  Seriously.  Did I mention EW? Because the thought… Oh God…  If it wasn\’t so important, I wouldn\’t bother.

PS: In my next life, I would like to be male.  That would be awesome!  Why?  Because boys don\’t need to deal with this shit!  I have penis envy really bad right now.

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Canada post is Le Suck!

Dear Canada Post,

You are a huge ass, fucking douchebaggery filled, ball sucking, ass monkey.

I bought a new Camera, it\’s pretty fucking sweet as a matter of fact.  So I being the good awesome, fucking exceptional friend that I am…  I told my buddy fucker that I would send him my old one.  As is, free of charge.  It\’s kind of crappy from being dropped too many times and the automatic flash don\’t work for shit but it still takes awesome pictures when it it\’s not being douchy decides to co-operate.  I even included my grossly over-priced XD memory card (cost me $40.00 for 1GB bah!) because my shiny new camera actually takes regular memory cards (it\’s about damn time Olympus!) and a mini tripod in case he wants to make some home porn be in the picture properly using the self timer function.  You know instead of standing in a mirror like a fucking douche.

So on Saturday (the 16th of October) I dutifully and lovingly packed up my camera, using fragile tape and everything and headed off to the post office.

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Yeah you see what I did there?  His real name is Adam, I call him Fucker.  It\’s a term of endearment.  Really.  I love the guy~  See look:

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I even sent it EXPRESS because I\’m awesome like that.  So I texted Fucker to tell him that I mailed out his package and said goodies and it should be there by Tuesday/Wed latest.  Well you can imagine my surprise when I got home from work this afternoon and I get a notification slip from you douche-bags saying I have a parcel and could I please hand over $9.41 (cash only of course) to pick this up.  Seeing as I have NO ID at the moment and have ALL my packages sent to work because I live there, happen to be around when delivery men show up therefore ensuring that I get my package.

So I hop onto Canada douchebaggery post.com with the tracking number to have some sort of a clue whom this might be from.  Well Lo and fucking behold it\’s a package from Fucker!  Who lives in Kitchener, that\’s how I knew.  Except according to this which transcribes to: YOUR PACKAGE WAS SENT BITCH and the tracking I so dutifully took a screen shot of:

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According to that, it was successfully delivered!  Except that\’s NOT. TRUE. FUCKERS.

So essentially let me break this down:  Apparently one of your tight ass postal workers doesn\’t appreciate my calling MY friend Fucker and thought it was a personal affront to you?  No you see if that was a random attack on one of you postal workers I would have done something like this instead:

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But you see, I didn\’t.  Basically your just trying to ass rape me for money.  Do I look like a fucking ATM to you?

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I don\’t fucking think SO!  You know what really kills me though you douchebag ass monkeys?  It cost me $8.54 to mail it.  Yet to have it sent back to me it\’s $9.41?  Please tell me how THAT works out?  So I had to shell out money to send it there, and because your carrier/delivery person has some deep seated fucking issues and needs therapy, I have to pay $9.41 to have it sent back to me and then pay you AGAIN (yes that would be three fucking times!) so that my poor friend fucker can have a digital camera to capture precious memories such as him dancing around in his underwear his adorable children?

I sent you a really snarky e-mail.  I anticipate your reply, and possibly someone pissing in my mail box.  Which would be quite the feat.  I\’m looking forward to calling up the Ombudsman and nailing your asses to the wall for your fucking douchbaggery.

Just thought I would let you know.  I\’m good like that.

Love,

Steph