OK..
This is a request for advice but also a rant, so yes it's long so if your little eyes tend to get tired or you can't read more than a few sentences -- don't read it. Simple. So honestly, if anyone starts whining about it being too long... Frankly my dear, I don't give a flying fuck !.. errr.. I mean, a damn. I don't give a damn. So illiterates and whiners, keep out. <a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/1128_flipping_off_and_sticking_tongue_out.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
Oh and to those sensitive boys who get offended by a lady swearing, come right in.. I promise I don't do any swearing here at all. <a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/676_devil_with_tail.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
The last few days have just been totally up in the air as my move (from my apartment) was anything but smooth and the result is that my landlord and I are now not parting on such good term... and not quite parting yet because he is trying to come up with any ridiculous excuse to keep my deposits. I paid both a damage and pet deposit so it's a big amount.
Basically it started when the father came in way before the deadline of 1pm and freaked out because the carpet cleaners were on their way and I still had not cleared up the carpets of a few items. I was running late, I admit it. But he had no right to do what he did to me. Basically the ppl who had agreed to move me backed out at the last minute, leaving screwed and trying to resolve it. I had a couple friends helping out a little but he was so intimidating and annoying that it didn't take long for them to bolt...... leaving me...... alone....... to move all my stuff....... I was freaking out.
But if that wasn't bad enough, he paid no attention to my suggestion to get everything off the carpet and onto the floors that did not require cleaning, so the cleaners could get their job done and so I..... could figure out a solution and organize my belongings. Knowing I wasn't shipping my things right away because I wasn't heading back to Montreal for another few weeks, I had to figure out what was going to storage and what I needed to keep with me. But that wasn't good enough for that fucknut and he decided that the hallway was the right place for my stuff... after all, he said, it's all got to be moved anyway. And he laughed like he'd just said something clever. Well the bastard did not stick to furniture or boxes of my already packed belongings.... no, he thought he would take it upon himself to pack the things I had not yet packed myself.... from my bathroom! That piece of shit just dumped whatever he came across in my bathroom, is my kitchen drawers, ANYTHING he saw, he just dumped (and I do mean DUMPED, what he did does NOT qualify as packing) in random boxes that were placed on the floor in the hallway, along with ALL of my belongings. All over. Everywhere. And then once the carpets were clean, the suite was empty and he was satisfied, he said it was passed 1pm, the moving deadline was up and since the place hadn't been cleaned (not my choice, he was kicking me out the door!), he would need to hire someone to come clean the next morning and it would be deducted from my deposit. He took my keys and left me one of the fobs so I could get up down the elevator. (Better not drink to much water, I won't have anywhere to go use the washroom if I need to go!).
But before he left, he asked me how much I was asking for the portable A/C unit I had not sold yet either. I'm not sure why he even asked because the amount he told me he'd pay for it was completely ridiculous, but I guess he figured I would go along with it (which I did) because I didn't have much choice (which I didn't) or else I'd be stuck with one more heavy and big item to move (which I would) so he just figured he take advantage of the situation he'd created, put me in and was leaving me in, and he took it all the way, took advantage as much as he could and got himself a sweet deal on a barely used A/C.
<a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/1930_.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>FUCKER! FUCKING CHEESEBALL WEASEL PIECE OF SHIT. (Aaaah sorry, but it feels good to write it because I never got to say it!)
Honestly, I was so upset, stunned, panicked, confused and I couldn't believe how things work here in regards to moving (totally different in Montreal.. and I mean, different planet kind of different) and I had no freaking idea what I was going to do to get my stuff out of there alone that I couldn't react at all. Neither good or bad, mad or crying.... nothing. I knew that if I so much as went just the tiniest to either of these, I would lose it. Like LOSE IT. I did not think loasing it was a very productive option at that point and considering if I lost it, my dog was going to have to do all the moving herself and that's just not cool. LOL
So I just kept going and just thought about how much I wanted that day to end. It did, eventually. I got everything into the lobby, the building manager felt bad and was freaking out as this was also kind of a fire hazard, so she is actually is the one whop helped me get my KING-fucking-size bed down as well as my desk down to the lobby (which thankfully were the only large items left I had not sold) because as the driver for the storage container I was filling up told us, he just drove the truck, he did not do any lifting (Yah, thanks asshole) but once the building manager had left, he didn't have much choice but to help me with the bed at least, but as soon as he got it into the container, he was off to go buy himself a sandwich because he was fading, is what he informed me. Fine, whatever.Some random guy in my building stopped to ask me if I was really moving all the stuff by myself, said he'd seen me a few times in the past couple of hours but always moving something by myself.. Well Sherlock, that's some pretty impressive deduction and detective work. Did you figure out the part where you're helping me get the desk in the container yet? So he helped me get the desk in the Van and took off. I kept going and finally managed to get the container loaded up perfectly (I played lots of Tetris as a kid, guess it actually paid off that day.) By the time I got to sit down and take inventory of my blisters and bruises - it was 10pm. I had had to throw a bunch of my stuff out, being left with way too much already. I got my stuff into a Taxi Van and took my stuff, my dog and myself to a hotel...
I was just so relieved it was over finally.<a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/764_lighting_striking_a_smiley.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
But unfortunately, and I should have known or expected it considering the way things have gone, it was far from being over. The next day I got a message from the dumb father as well as a nasty email from his son who is the actual owner - freaking out that I had left tons of shit in my storage locker, (and that's when it started) that I had the day to get over there and empty it or they would force the lock and throw my stuff out. The he went on to say that I'd be charged a fee because I wasn't finished moving out by the 1pm deadline, a fee for cleaning because of much of mess the place was when I left it (drama queen, much?! Pfff. Fucking loser!), that now that the carpets had dried, burns and stains had appeared and I would be charged for that.. and the best part, that a special cleaning team would have to be called in because Molly Maid (!) had been unable to get the dog hair off the blinds! lol Then a short time after the first one, there was another email from him, rather short this time, telling me 'no worries about the locker, my father had the wrong one'. WTF?! No kidding he had the wrong one, I was there until 10pm throwing out some of my belongings because your wanker father locked me out with all my shit all over the place!
Anyway, I replied a bunch of stuff (I do mean A LOT of stuff! lol) like, hello? if you were already going to charge me for staying passed 1pm, why the fuck did you not say so then? If I'd known this is what happens, I'd have said fine, I'll pay your stupid fee, now get the fuck out of my way so I can get some movers asap, get out of my face and let me pack my shit and clean properly (and avoid the cleaning fee!)... Now, not only was there no one even waiting to move into the suite that day, I was rushed, made to feel like shit, my stuff dumped all over the place, my personal belongings taken and thrown anywhere, I have to pay the late fee AND the cleaning fee? WTF?
Another thing I said, and I didn't hide my sarcasm for that one, is that it was unacceptable to have a 'special cleaning team' come in, at my expense, because you hired a cleaning company who can't get dog hair off blinds?
I promise I didn't super glue them to the blinds..
(And I did say exactly that too!<a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/790_smiley_picking_a_fight.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>)
I can imagine they might not come off if using a vacuum as it's a pretty awkward surface (cheap blinds) and those hair are hard to get out that way. But it doesn't take special equipment, or special skills or a special fucking cleaning team to get dog hair off blinds! All it takes is a few brain cells, a little thinking and some creative problem solving...... and maybe..... some lint remover sticky roll things you buy at any fucking store for $5! Maybe I should have left the ones I bought myself for that purpose, so they might get a fucking clue? What the hell kind of cleaning company is that anyway? (He never responded about this one, but there was no further mention of the 'special cleaning team' 'dog hair removal' and the 'blinds' disappeared from his 'outstanding issues' list and the whole topic was not brought up again.) I mean, come on!!! Give me a break!
LOL
And it felt good. But damn, it's so true! Are you that fucking retarded? Anyway, there's lots more but basically there's no way they had any right to remove my belongings like that. They had no right to even say a word before it was 1pm. And even if I wasn't out by 1pm, all they could do is charge me a fee. And from what I gather from what I've started to read up on, any amount they want to deduct from my damage deposits can only be taken off if they have MY CONSENT. They should have just left it alone once the move was done, because they were getting away with A LOT more than I am now going to let slide by. The only thing is that it's going to be a pain in the ass, annoying and really time consuming.
But fuck, the way I was treated is NOT fucking right. <a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/774_smiley_getting_kicked_in_the_balls.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
So.... the reason I'm sharing this little (yet very LOOOOOONG) moving adventure of mine?
Has anything like this every happened to any of you? How did you deal with it? What can I do? What should I do?
I will be talking to the BC Rental board (or whatever it's called) and so far I gather that I'll have to file a dispute form or something.. but how do these things usually go? Do they take forever?
Is it worth it? (I think no matter what, at this point it feel worth it for me though.) How do they get resolved?
This is a request for advice but also a rant, so yes it's long so if your little eyes tend to get tired or you can't read more than a few sentences -- don't read it. Simple. So honestly, if anyone starts whining about it being too long... Frankly my dear, I don't give a flying fuck !.. errr.. I mean, a damn. I don't give a damn. So illiterates and whiners, keep out. <a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/1128_flipping_off_and_sticking_tongue_out.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
Oh and to those sensitive boys who get offended by a lady swearing, come right in.. I promise I don't do any swearing here at all. <a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/676_devil_with_tail.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
The last few days have just been totally up in the air as my move (from my apartment) was anything but smooth and the result is that my landlord and I are now not parting on such good term... and not quite parting yet because he is trying to come up with any ridiculous excuse to keep my deposits. I paid both a damage and pet deposit so it's a big amount.
Basically it started when the father came in way before the deadline of 1pm and freaked out because the carpet cleaners were on their way and I still had not cleared up the carpets of a few items. I was running late, I admit it. But he had no right to do what he did to me. Basically the ppl who had agreed to move me backed out at the last minute, leaving screwed and trying to resolve it. I had a couple friends helping out a little but he was so intimidating and annoying that it didn't take long for them to bolt...... leaving me...... alone....... to move all my stuff....... I was freaking out.
But if that wasn't bad enough, he paid no attention to my suggestion to get everything off the carpet and onto the floors that did not require cleaning, so the cleaners could get their job done and so I..... could figure out a solution and organize my belongings. Knowing I wasn't shipping my things right away because I wasn't heading back to Montreal for another few weeks, I had to figure out what was going to storage and what I needed to keep with me. But that wasn't good enough for that fucknut and he decided that the hallway was the right place for my stuff... after all, he said, it's all got to be moved anyway. And he laughed like he'd just said something clever. Well the bastard did not stick to furniture or boxes of my already packed belongings.... no, he thought he would take it upon himself to pack the things I had not yet packed myself.... from my bathroom! That piece of shit just dumped whatever he came across in my bathroom, is my kitchen drawers, ANYTHING he saw, he just dumped (and I do mean DUMPED, what he did does NOT qualify as packing) in random boxes that were placed on the floor in the hallway, along with ALL of my belongings. All over. Everywhere. And then once the carpets were clean, the suite was empty and he was satisfied, he said it was passed 1pm, the moving deadline was up and since the place hadn't been cleaned (not my choice, he was kicking me out the door!), he would need to hire someone to come clean the next morning and it would be deducted from my deposit. He took my keys and left me one of the fobs so I could get up down the elevator. (Better not drink to much water, I won't have anywhere to go use the washroom if I need to go!).
But before he left, he asked me how much I was asking for the portable A/C unit I had not sold yet either. I'm not sure why he even asked because the amount he told me he'd pay for it was completely ridiculous, but I guess he figured I would go along with it (which I did) because I didn't have much choice (which I didn't) or else I'd be stuck with one more heavy and big item to move (which I would) so he just figured he take advantage of the situation he'd created, put me in and was leaving me in, and he took it all the way, took advantage as much as he could and got himself a sweet deal on a barely used A/C.
<a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/1930_.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>FUCKER! FUCKING CHEESEBALL WEASEL PIECE OF SHIT. (Aaaah sorry, but it feels good to write it because I never got to say it!)
Honestly, I was so upset, stunned, panicked, confused and I couldn't believe how things work here in regards to moving (totally different in Montreal.. and I mean, different planet kind of different) and I had no freaking idea what I was going to do to get my stuff out of there alone that I couldn't react at all. Neither good or bad, mad or crying.... nothing. I knew that if I so much as went just the tiniest to either of these, I would lose it. Like LOSE IT. I did not think loasing it was a very productive option at that point and considering if I lost it, my dog was going to have to do all the moving herself and that's just not cool. LOL
So I just kept going and just thought about how much I wanted that day to end. It did, eventually. I got everything into the lobby, the building manager felt bad and was freaking out as this was also kind of a fire hazard, so she is actually is the one whop helped me get my KING-fucking-size bed down as well as my desk down to the lobby (which thankfully were the only large items left I had not sold) because as the driver for the storage container I was filling up told us, he just drove the truck, he did not do any lifting (Yah, thanks asshole) but once the building manager had left, he didn't have much choice but to help me with the bed at least, but as soon as he got it into the container, he was off to go buy himself a sandwich because he was fading, is what he informed me. Fine, whatever.Some random guy in my building stopped to ask me if I was really moving all the stuff by myself, said he'd seen me a few times in the past couple of hours but always moving something by myself.. Well Sherlock, that's some pretty impressive deduction and detective work. Did you figure out the part where you're helping me get the desk in the container yet? So he helped me get the desk in the Van and took off. I kept going and finally managed to get the container loaded up perfectly (I played lots of Tetris as a kid, guess it actually paid off that day.) By the time I got to sit down and take inventory of my blisters and bruises - it was 10pm. I had had to throw a bunch of my stuff out, being left with way too much already. I got my stuff into a Taxi Van and took my stuff, my dog and myself to a hotel...
I was just so relieved it was over finally.<a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/764_lighting_striking_a_smiley.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
But unfortunately, and I should have known or expected it considering the way things have gone, it was far from being over. The next day I got a message from the dumb father as well as a nasty email from his son who is the actual owner - freaking out that I had left tons of shit in my storage locker, (and that's when it started) that I had the day to get over there and empty it or they would force the lock and throw my stuff out. The he went on to say that I'd be charged a fee because I wasn't finished moving out by the 1pm deadline, a fee for cleaning because of much of mess the place was when I left it (drama queen, much?! Pfff. Fucking loser!), that now that the carpets had dried, burns and stains had appeared and I would be charged for that.. and the best part, that a special cleaning team would have to be called in because Molly Maid (!) had been unable to get the dog hair off the blinds! lol Then a short time after the first one, there was another email from him, rather short this time, telling me 'no worries about the locker, my father had the wrong one'. WTF?! No kidding he had the wrong one, I was there until 10pm throwing out some of my belongings because your wanker father locked me out with all my shit all over the place!
Anyway, I replied a bunch of stuff (I do mean A LOT of stuff! lol) like, hello? if you were already going to charge me for staying passed 1pm, why the fuck did you not say so then? If I'd known this is what happens, I'd have said fine, I'll pay your stupid fee, now get the fuck out of my way so I can get some movers asap, get out of my face and let me pack my shit and clean properly (and avoid the cleaning fee!)... Now, not only was there no one even waiting to move into the suite that day, I was rushed, made to feel like shit, my stuff dumped all over the place, my personal belongings taken and thrown anywhere, I have to pay the late fee AND the cleaning fee? WTF?
Another thing I said, and I didn't hide my sarcasm for that one, is that it was unacceptable to have a 'special cleaning team' come in, at my expense, because you hired a cleaning company who can't get dog hair off blinds?
I promise I didn't super glue them to the blinds..(And I did say exactly that too!<a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/790_smiley_picking_a_fight.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>)
I can imagine they might not come off if using a vacuum as it's a pretty awkward surface (cheap blinds) and those hair are hard to get out that way. But it doesn't take special equipment, or special skills or a special fucking cleaning team to get dog hair off blinds! All it takes is a few brain cells, a little thinking and some creative problem solving...... and maybe..... some lint remover sticky roll things you buy at any fucking store for $5! Maybe I should have left the ones I bought myself for that purpose, so they might get a fucking clue? What the hell kind of cleaning company is that anyway? (He never responded about this one, but there was no further mention of the 'special cleaning team' 'dog hair removal' and the 'blinds' disappeared from his 'outstanding issues' list and the whole topic was not brought up again.) I mean, come on!!! Give me a break!
LOL
And it felt good. But damn, it's so true! Are you that fucking retarded? Anyway, there's lots more but basically there's no way they had any right to remove my belongings like that. They had no right to even say a word before it was 1pm. And even if I wasn't out by 1pm, all they could do is charge me a fee. And from what I gather from what I've started to read up on, any amount they want to deduct from my damage deposits can only be taken off if they have MY CONSENT. They should have just left it alone once the move was done, because they were getting away with A LOT more than I am now going to let slide by. The only thing is that it's going to be a pain in the ass, annoying and really time consuming.
But fuck, the way I was treated is NOT fucking right. <a href="http://www.clipartof.com"><img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/774_smiley_getting_kicked_in_the_balls.gif" alt="Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0"></a>
So.... the reason I'm sharing this little (yet very LOOOOOONG) moving adventure of mine?
Has anything like this every happened to any of you? How did you deal with it? What can I do? What should I do?
I will be talking to the BC Rental board (or whatever it's called) and so far I gather that I'll have to file a dispute form or something.. but how do these things usually go? Do they take forever?
Is it worth it? (I think no matter what, at this point it feel worth it for me though.) How do they get resolved?
