Free Luxury Get Away, A Tale Of Utter Rebellion On My Part!
One Thing About Me, I Can Stand My Ground
Thank you for this Monday’s prompt: “What is your relationship with authority? How do you challenge the status quo?” After realizing what it was, I started to laugh out loud because I have plenty of such rich stories on the subject, but one will be enough for now.
Rights Are Taken For Granted: I Am Convinced It Is So Because They Were Never A given:
Around the summer/spring of 2017, my complaint to the landlord was finally resolved. I live my life colourfully, and sometimes this is accidental. When I moved to my place, the window in the living room was leaking. Of course, I was introduced to this problem when I entered the high-rise building in the first winter of 2013. Like most people, I first called the property manager politely to emphasize the architectural era I thought they had missed. Okay, the executive lady sent a real estate agent. Didn’t this man say this is common? Does he live like this?
Nonetheless, the property manager inspected the place year after year, ignoring the window issue that was aparent or my complaints to him concerning the harsh winter experiences I lived in. In addition to being uncomfortable with my child, I was still a college student and continued to study overnight as many scholars.
Also, I grew up in a warm climate and the whole experience made my new life so difficult. Therefore, I decided to pay a lot of rent to avoid office staff, and I would go out whenever a notice of routine property inspection was distributed. Meanwhile, I kept records of all my letters to the the rental team, going as far as the head office.
Higher Authority:
I lost all confidence in them, called my city, made my claim, and made sure to describe the background and show my respect for the hierarchy (notify the landlord and negotiate with them before complaining to the municipality). I recalled the initial municipal complaint call and the reception I received from a telephone operator there. To be honest, she was not interested in setting up a date for her colleague to inspect my place. Instead, she asked me why I didn’t go to Walt-Mart to buy plastic panels to insulate the windows.
I swear, life can be difficult sometimes. In any case, I must have called five times before a big man followed the property manager into my house to cheque the scene of my complaint. I was there, small in stature, holding the child in hand, watching the men as they evaluated the window frame in the living room, and concluded that there was nothing to write home about, contrary to my observations and encounters. My jaw dropped. Please note that this event was in the summer.
Community: There Is Power In Numbers:
Many people who know and take care of me in the diaspora will work with me to find solutions. This sense of community membership led me to an African NGO whose agenda is to freely provide us with a legal committee. After a meeting with my legal expertise: they saw the written letters I sent over the years and the telephone conversations to municipal staff. It turned out that my case was easy to resolve.
Nothing Stays Unchanged:
I received a letter informing me that there a construction team was scheduled to work in the apartment. At that time, the ceiling was rotten, and the place gave off an unpleasant smell. These were great news, and I was so happy to update my friends, family, and anyone I could that my life was getting better and better.
Despite everything at home, I still show up at school and aced my academic life to no end. Nothing or no one would steal this opportunity to self-advance from me, and I was motivated to work hard to become a better version of myself.
Happy Endings Are Real:
Therefore, it was not surprising when a short person was introduced to me as a construction worker to fix my living conditions (in the spring/summer of 2017). I was off to send my daughter to her school and to take my class, so there was almost nothing said between us that morning, save for polite greetings.
At the end of that day, I went back to the apartment: there was dust everywhere. Plus, I had no access to the kitchen. I immediately saw that the landlord didn’t respect me at all. I then resorted to placing a quick call to the headquarters, and they had become accustomed to my apartment number reference and probably my name.
I informed them that I was packing a big bag and then booking myself at a hotel of my choice, pending the ongoing renovations. My legal team was very impressed with the way I handled the situation too. So my child and I lived a happy life in a five-star hotel in our city. In terms of diet, we ordered shrimp and all luxury food from my credit card, and the landlord repaid the fee within 24 hours after I returned to the apartment where I currently live.
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