Tales from the other side?

I believe in ghosts in spite of haven`t ever actually encountering one.  There`s been quite a few instances of `spirit activity` when I used to babysit my cousins at my aunts place.  Everyone thought I was off my rocker, that is until they hung out at her place with me and experienced it first hand.  I`ll save those stories for another day.

I haven`t been sleeping well.  Mostly as a direct result of eating too late and having strange dreams as a result.  Because yes, eating too close to bedtime WILL in fact do that.  Since your physically at rest, although given yourself energy your body needs to do something with it and so something is shall: infect your sub-conscious with odd dreams and such.

I`m more of a stomach sleeper, although as of late I`ve been sleeping on my back and my sleep has been restless as previously mentioned due to eating too late, neighbors that have ZERO consideration for people that live in the building.  IE: hitting my apartment up on the intercom at 12:30am regardless of the fact that *I* don`t know them and I have to get up in the wee hours of the morning.  *sigh* anyway…

Moving along.

I have a desktop, with a LCD monitor that `sleeps` when it`s not active for a period of 15 mins and comes back to life with the move of the mouse.  It`s also pretty freaking bright when there`s no lights on in your room and is otherwise pitch black.  Which is exactly what happened to me at 3am this morning.  I was passed out, having another one of those strange dreams when all of a sudden my room lit up like a Christmas tree jolting me out of my slumber and then out of no where my radio (that I had shut off prior to falling asleep) came on full blast.

I was of course wide awake, although rather disoriented at this point wondering WTF?  Mostly because I listen to the radio via my computer.  So in order for it to come on, you would have to physically go to my computer, activate the monitor and open up the browser and hit play.  None of which I did while I was across the room sound asleep in my bed.

I got out of bed and realized that it was rather warm in here on top of my blaring radio and went to open my bedroom door to let some air in here (my living room window was open & the heat off for a change).  The thought of turning the heat down didn`t cross my mind because I was too busy being freaked out by the fact that the radio started playing by itself and was left with a general sense of UN-ease.  So I stood there briefly staring at my bedroom door, immobile, said fuck it and went back to bed to try and re-claim some of the sleep I lost.  I HATE when I have to get up for work early and my sleep is disrupted, it drives me nuts no matter what the cause.

However this time, I have no rational explanation for it and it`s pretty damn creepy I have to say!

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!

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.