I was sure I’d posted something this last week, but suppose it has been pretty hectic. I blinked. Sorry.
I’ve been through the contract – it was held up for most of the week waiting for the owners to check when they’d be able to move into their retirement trust. Saturday I found out not this month. The real estate agent is bound and determined not to let me stay a day after the 28th February, and if contracts exchange this week, it won’t be for another 6 that I get to shift, so it looks as though I’m going to be floating for about 3 or 4 weeks, depending when the exchange happens.
Actually, when I rang the agent to ask about why I had to go, she let on that the owner’s not moving back at all, but is renovating to re-let at a higher price. Hmm. Can tell he’s not seen the state of this market, but anyway. She seemed to enjoy telling me that if I hadn’t made such a fuss about the last rent increase, it might be different. The fuss I made was over the fact that they posted the last increase to my letterbox which they KNOW gets stuff stolen from it, hence my PO box – the one they routinely send newsletters to – and then didn’t follow up until 4 months later when there was a backlog (it took 4 phone calls where they told me I was behind before they looked into it, despite me insisting I couldn’t be because I have an automatic payment set up. Then they found that it started falling behind at the last increase I never knew about. Oh, and this during a period when rental prices FELL, but suddenly I had to cough up a back payment? I even let them out of giving me the full notice period I had the right to, just to compromise and get the matter settled, but for all that they’ve had it in for me. I have one accident trying to fix something on the blinds that I’m told would normally have broken 3 or 4 in a 6 year period (first one) and ask that they fix it, and lo and behold, the DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS I’m sent a notice telling me to get out instead. Of course, with Christmas being over a weekend, and all the public holidays, it was the day after my Jan 3 birthday before I got it, but hey, you get that. Happy new year.
The funniest bit is, when I rang them today to see if there was any way I could arrange the extra time, even if it involved upping the rent for those few weeks, I was put on hold. Their corporate jingle came on, which started telling me how they specialise in building relationships with people. Yeah, right! I had a good laugh at that one.
This is turning into a bit of a rant, I know, but I had to let steam off. It’s annoying the heck out of me that they are treating me this badly, and forcing me into this impossible position. So, in a nutshell, the contract is waiting for their solicitor, then we arrange exchange. Meanwhile I find a new home for my birds, who the strata apparently don’t allow in the building, and pack madly. I’m having fun trying to find storage, too – it’s all full right now apparently. Work’s still held up on getting my monitor fixed, so I’m not able to do my job there, which adds to the frustration when people come up and ask for stuff I can’t do, but there’s nothing I can do about that but wait and do as much as I can with pen and paper (amazing how you take a keyboard and screen for granted).
What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger. I keep telling myself that. Two months from now, this will all be just a memory, and what doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger. I hope.