Tuesday March 23, 2004
I really don't like it when things don't make sense. So, yesterday I tracked down facts to illuminate the decidely unsettling developments of the previous week regarding management of my building.
This involved: searching the public records (resolving a descrepancy that had temporarily injected confusion and uncertainty), querying the Rental Tribunal's information office (barely useful responses to the most critical questions) and, finally, consulting my legal advisor (which produced useful and mirthful facts 'continued' below).
After brief visits with a couple of friends (and a bit of venting I admit), it was time to let the implications of the new facts sink in. The addition of another landlord-type entity demanded a rethinking of my approach.
This morning a scathingly brilliant game plan came into focus for me. It fits all of the known facts and advice I received yesterday and, very important, adheres to my no bullshit resolution of a few years ago, the making of which changed my life in unanticipated but (hopefully) constructive ways.
The more I think about the new plan the better it looks. The long-term results should be positive for the building and the tenants. Precisely what I have been fighting for for a year and a half.
This part is roll-on-the-floor humourous and (almost) unbelievable.
I was showing him the notice we received announcing the new landlord (complete with my assessment that it was crap), when my legal guy told me this person is one of his clients. Whoa! Who's writing this script anyway?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Understandably, he can no longer help me. I did get straight answers to questions of fact, however, confirming my instincts that some misrepresentations had taken place. Also, the name of another advisor.
All in all, an unpredictable and ultimately helpful turn of events. It is comforting to know that one of the respondents to my proceeding will be advised by the only honourable person involved thus far. Not counting myself, of course.
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