Wednesday June 30, 2004
Wow. What a day. The ORHT was to hear my application for an abatement of rent today. Was to hear. Instead, the Mediator heard bits and pieces and positions were taken and changed after various huddles and calls for confirmation of pecuniary resources to gamble with my instincts.
Something the Mediator said hit home and tempered my resolve to go down fighting. She observed that my current living conditions, regardless of the cause, are not good for my health. Hearing someone else state what I have been telling myself for the past week along with the liver wobble last week was enough for me to choose a "good enough" settlement over a delayed application complete with the remote possibility of legal costs threatened by the other side.
I am still processing the events and contentions and anticipations of the day. There are several upsides:
1) The hassles of living in this apartment are (soon to be) over.
2) I didn't walk away with nothing.
3) I learned a lot and got more fuel for my ever increasing intention to be a lawyer when I grow up.
The agreed upon compromise is approximately 2.5 months rent free and I vacate the unit on July 31st.
Many thanks to my friend Larissa for accompanying me and helping with some details that may have become factors had the hearing transpired. Special thanks to my son who continues to back me in my fight for justice.
Finally, I must thank Queen's Legal Aid who pointed out the light at the end of the mediation tunnel.
Right. So I'm looking for a new place to call hell, er, home!
(Right now, right here, construction noise emanates from the apartment on the 3rd floor. Noise by-law, did someone mention a noise by-law? Should I call and complain? What do you think?)
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