I have been. But TransGlobe is the worst rental agency. They don't care about their tennants and it shows. I went down to the front office again today and asked why nobody had followed up on my earlier inquest about the security footage. Their reply was "Security couldn't find anything, and they have the piece of paper with your number on it so we coudln't follow up." Last time I checked there was a phone number on a copy of the lease which they would have on record... So I told them that the removal of my emblems has happened again and they're going to look into it again. The first time they didn't do any damage to the paint, but the second time they scratched and chipped some of it off my C-pillars. It's just frustrating, especially since I was brought up knowing that if it don't belong to you, don't you dare touch it! What has happened to parenting? Are these morals and values still being taught? Or are kids just pushing the envelope more and more? Perhaps this has always been the way in cities, I was a country boy so I don't know.
When we first moved to London, our apartment wasn't move-in-ready. I had been paying rent for a month prior to my moving date, and I moved in about 15 days after the estimated arrival date. There was absolutely no excuse as to why our apartment was the way it was. The head of maintenance who did the move in inspection took charge that day and I'm greatful to him and his workers. They spent a solid 2 hours cleaning while the four of us (my girlfriend, my mother, my brother and I) went to get something to eat and relax because we just drove 20+ hours and unpacked. That was great, but our letter to Transglobe was far from glowing with praise. We sent letters to the main office which is out of Missasauga I believe (no reply), we delivered one in person to our front office and they were all sunshine and roses "We will do everything and anything to fix this mistake..." biggest load of BS. So instead of wasting our energy and time, we made our space our home and eventually some things got fixed. When my car was stolen in early October there was no help, even the police didn't do anything besides find the car and return what was left in it (the people who took the car didn't take anything, my book bag was in the back seat, our GPS was in the unlocked glovebox, tools in the trunk, bike rack...) The tool they used to start the car was left in plain sight on the hump in the middle of the floor! And then I have to pay the impound lot $300 to get the car out!? Anyway, it's no good for me to get worked up over it, nothing good comes of it. I thank my parents for raising me the way they did, and I'm thankful for growing up on the East coast where the pace of life is a little slower and this kind of stuff doesn't occur very often. I'm a big believer in karma, so someday what goes around will come around. For now I'll bug the front office a little more, and keep my eyes open a little wider. Maybe I'll see something. But when my lease is up, I'm out of here and the city of London can kiss my @#$. It's too bad, because I know London is a good place to be, there's a lot going on in London, and around London. Toronto is 2 hours east, Detroit is 2 hours west... Smile, breathe, live life to the fullest! Life really is too short, and it really could be worse. With that note, I feel better and I'm off to bed!
