Category Archives: There goes the neighbourhood!

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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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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

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Let\’s NOT cue the drama… Mmmm K?

I hate drama, I detest it.  I also hate attention whores and drama Queens.  Oh and people who lie for stupid, insignificant reasons.  Hell I just hate people in general!  Especially lately, maybe it\’s because I have PMS? Who knows, and quite frankly I doubt anyone truly gives a shit either.

Attention whores, drama queens and what I refer to as \’the topper\’ really get my panties in a knot.  Also \’pissing contents\’ because really, who needs those?

Apparently some people do.

I want to punch them in the face.

Really hard.

Some people just can not handle not being the center of attention.  Drives. Me. Insane.  For example: When I\’m talking about something I feel is important and they butt in with ya ya so they can blab on about their shit.

Is THAT the only reason you called me?  Because you want a fucking audience?!?

Please go get hit by a bus. Drop dead Shut your whore mouth for five fucking minutes!

Jesus H Christ!

Then there\’s the times when your having a conversation about whatever and something not totally relevant/yet slightly relevant to your story comes up.   Something that your not planning on driveling on about for any extended period of time but more so providing more background info on.  They butt in with yeah I went/was there/seen it too.  Yet somehow you know they\’re lying to you so you ask a question that had they actually seen/done the same thing on a different day/month/year they would provide an accurate answer.  Except they get all exasperated and flippant with you.  Because they know that you know they\’re lying through their fucking teeth!  Why?  Because they thought YOU were going to talk about it endlessly, therefore taking time away from listening to them blather on about What. The Fuck Ever.  Because while they want YOU to be THEIR audience for the entire duration of the conversation yet they don\’t have one fucking iota of interest in anything that\’s about to come out of your mouth unless it has something to do with THEM.

Of. Course.

Except they think your stupid and don\’t clue into their subtle lies.  Yet YOU know they\’re lying.  In spite of the fact that I don\’t say anything about it.  I know.  Oh boy, do I know.  Therefore because of your tactless bullshit, I have lost a whole lotta respect for you that you\’ll never have back.  Oh I bet that gets your goat now doesn\’t it?

When all you want to do is say: I don\’t care, I don\’t care Ohhhhhhhhhhh I Don\’t give a flying fuck about What. The. Fuck. Ever. You\’re about to drivel on about!

Woman like to relate, although some people take it to a WHOLE new level.  It goes from relating to: OMGWTFBBQ I\’m out of the spotlight so let\’s turn this into a pissing contest!  Because the attention NEEDS TO BE BACK ON ME, ME, ME!

Sadly, I can\’t usually back down from these moments.  I try to, I\’m usually ashamed when I can\’t.  I\’m competitive by nature, it\’s the inner Chef in me (Read: All the guys who said I wouldn\’t make it but I did; so fuck you, kiss my pasty white ass!) oh & my stubborn pigheaded ways that can\’t Won\’t refuse to do so.  When inside my head I\’m screaming:

FOR FUCK SAKES LET ME HAVE MY DAMN MOMENT!

Nope, they can\’t allow that, because it takes the spotlight OFF of them.

My fist is really itching to make an acquaintance with your face.

Yet I say nothing because that\’s irrevocably rude.  Until one day when you push me over the ever loving edge.

Well so is blogging about it, but hey I\’m not name calling and finger pointing here either.

Wonder just how many people are going to contact me AND accusingly  SAY OMFG STEPH I JUST KNOW YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT ME!

They\’re going to assume that\’s it\’s about them.  Why?  Because they see themselves in this very blog post.  Perhaps there\’s a reason for that.

Because that\’s in their nature.  So is scores of several other things, but hey who am I to judge?