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[Feb. 24th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
I came home this evening and discovered that between 2:00 and 8:00 someone had tripped the little security device I put on my apartment door. The prime suspect is the landlady, whom the neighbours say was around this afternoon. Nothing was stolen.
God, I need to get out of this place. |
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| Landlady fail: Aleksandra Buchavski, 739796 Ontario Ltd. |
[Feb. 16th, 2009|03:26 pm] |
Aleksandra Buchavski
739796 Ontario Ltd.
Monday, February 16th, 2009
Dear Ms. Buchavski:
This morning it rained on my bookcases. This is the second time that this has happened in the last sixteen months. The handyman who was working upstairs at the time informed me that the floor of the bathroom in Apartment 3 upstairs is rotted through and that any water that falls on it is going to leak into my apartment. This means that unless the problem is fixed properly, it is only a matter of time until my bookcases are deluged again.
In our phone conversation today, you claimed that “building repairs are not your problem.” I beg to differ. Ms. Buchavski, I am a graduate student in history; my books are my livelihood. Some of them are quite rare and they took a lot of trouble to obtain. Since the apartment does not have room for me to move both of the bookshelves out from under the leak, I am faced with the prospect of playing Russian roulette with my most important assets. As someone who likes to claim that she is a businesswoman, I’m sure you will understand that losing my biggest investment is very much my problem.
The recent federal budget announced a tax deduction for home renovations. Given that G--, the tenant in Apartment 3, is frequently away for several days at a time, making necessary repairs does not seem like an unreasonable proposal to investigate. It will protect both your investment and mine. However, you have indicated that you prefer to choose the path of conflict and to lose my rent money. What a shame. What a waste.
Please consider this letter notice of my intention to move out at the end of March.
Yours truly,
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) henchminion
P.S. This is going to be expensive and time-consuming for us both—especially after it reaches the Ontario Rental Housing Tribunal. Until I sign a lease with someone else, there is still time to negotiate. |
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| Two strikes for the landlady |
[Mar. 19th, 2008|03:08 pm] |
Here's the message I left on my landlady's answering machine this morning.
Hi, this is [henchminion] from apartment 1.
I just wanted to thank you for having the drippy tap in my bathroom fixed. I appreciate the new pro-active approach to plumbing repairs.
However, I would also have appreciated some notice that someone was going to be in my apartment. I came home last night to find that my stuff had been shifted around and there was mud tracked across my carpet. I just about had a heart attack, until I realized that the break and enter had been for the purpose of doing repairs. I'll remind you that entering a apartment in a non-emergency without 24 hours' notice is illegal.
If the dripping tap did somehow escalate into an emergency in my absence, I would have appreciated it if someone had left me a note or a voicemail. If I had been contacted beforehand, I would also have been able to remind you that you've had a letter in your hands since December pointing out that the caulking around my kitchen sink, which I did request to have fixed, is still leaking and causing the counter to rot out from below. Thank you. *Click*
What kind of plumber saunters into a rental unit on his own initiative without obtaining permission first? Does this mean that the landlady is still employing amateurs to work on the building? I was just starting to feel less cranky about her, since she finally compensated me two weeks ago for the paint I used to repair the last mess. Now my fears for my bookshelves are renewed.
Three strikes, and her name and numbered company will get published on this blog. |
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| Not a good Monday morning |
[Nov. 5th, 2007|03:18 pm] |
This morning a pipe burst in the apartment upstairs. It rained over top of my bookshelves. Right now I am distinctly unhappy.
The kicker? Apparently the last tenant moved out of my apartment because exactly the same pipe burst over her television and the landlady was unwilling to compensate her.
My books mostly survived intact. The really valuable antiquarian ones are fine, but a couple of nice art books and a photocopied book that took some trouble to obtain by ILL weren't so lucky.
If anyone is trying to reach me by phone, my phone is dead--probably because it also got deluged. When it starts working again, I will have to speak to the landlady. Hopefully I will feel a little less homicidal by then. |
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| Gibbering |
[Jul. 17th, 2006|04:19 am] |
Here weeklong she hath dwelt, an evil thing in centipede-form, even such as once of old hath dwelt beneath my refrigerator and fought with spiders there and so come forth upon the linoleum sward amid the breadcrumbs in the moonlight. How Shelob came there, no tale tells, for out of the landlady few tales have come. But still she is there, who was there last Friday; and she serves none but herself, eating the flesh of bugs and flies, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts; for all living things are her food, and her vomit darkness. |
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