I wrote a post on March 17, 2015, St. Patrick’s Day. It is still in draft and will likely be disposed of as it sounded a little too much like a whine-fest!
Now like everyone on this planet…I confess that I bitch and complain about any number of things. But at this moment I’m feeling determined.
A week ago the hot water kicked out in twelve units in our building, mine being among them.
The plumber was in my suite today and you guessed it, still no hot water.
I am fortunate that there are shower facilities at my workplace. I can and usually do come up with a back-up plan when it’s necessary. Hell, my hair actually looked half ways decent today considering I’ve been drying it without benefit of a mirror.
All kidding aside, tonight as I stepped into my apartment and turned on the taps expectantly, my hopes were quickly dashed. Still no hot water.
I spoke with Kathy the strata council president then called a plumbing company that had been recommended.
Next I drafted a letter to our property manager.
I want this corrected once and for all as I’m certain that everyone in the building does. Re-piping a building will cost money and a lot of it.
Still, buying a condo is an investment like any other. We knew this was an issue having had a depreciation report completed a few years back. The purpose of the report was to begin to set up an adequate contingency fund to oversee the maintenance and repair of the major projects that should be done over the next few years.
Last Saturday we ran out of time on the one most expensive project being the re-piping of the building.
I’m feeling rather agitated as the powers that be are dragging their heels.
Our annual AGM is scheduled for April 27, 2015. It was suggested that this problem of twelve suites without hot water could wait until such time as it could be discussed by everyone.
Over a month?
There are 47 units in my building so 35 are still blessed with hot water. I don’t understand the why’s or wherefores of such things. What I do know is that we need to remedy this, and we need to do this now.
Patch jobs end up being far more costly at the end of the day.
I’m not on council, though I’ve been invited. I’ve so many other things on the go that committing time to this is just not feasible. Still, when something requires my attention and assistance then yes, I’m in 100%.
Once the letter is sent, I wonder, will I be ignored? This property management company hasn’t exactly been very responsive as of late.
The pit bull in me is coming out. We need to have the building re-piped. Let’s get on with it. Let’s get quotes and references and of course do due diligence and check out those references. Ask pertinent questions and make no apology. Then go to the bank and with our finances in order and tell them this is what we need. .
At this point we go the rest of the tenants and tell them. This is what we need to do and this is what it will cost us.
My suite is one of the biggest in the complex. I’m having to pony up more than most. In my mind it is the cost of owning. Sometimes shit happens.
We knew this was an issue, hence the special assessment. We need to do the same $96,000 commitment that we did last year. The bank will be encouraged by this.
It’s been a week though.
I’m a little numb. Much to do and I am but one person. I’m trying to focus on a several things. And I’ll get them all done.
But tonight as I finished up my conversations and completed the rough draft of the letter I’m going send to the property manager, tears stung the back of my eyes.
I’m not someone who will bitch about falling out of bed at 5:45 AM to go to work to shower and prepare for the day,
In fact, I feel blessed that I have this option.
I switched phone services for my sister and myself last Sunday and it’s been a week of discovering what works and what doesn’t.
I’ve been hell bent at work to prepare an adequate budget. This gets a check mark.
I finally got the all the journal entries put in to close the year. Now I just have to close it.
I am looking forward to a year of bank reconciliations.
I’ve got an office to set up and a filing system to implement.
It’s in my head.
I know it will work.
I finished up and headed over to by worked over by Physio John.
I’ve improved incredibly.
Then why I wondered did I just feel like a piece of shit?
I’ve written a book and all those that I know that have been kind enough to purchase a copy have said nothing.
Have they read it? What was their opinion?
I’m interested. And I know, more than anyone how tough it will be for those who do know me to read this.
Yet I’m feeling so incredibly emotional currently and it might well be attributed any number of events that have occurred as of late.
I’m not superhuman. While my mind is buzzing along at light speed yet my physical self is crashing and screaming. Then the optimist kicks in.
“You’ll be just fine.”
Who am I trying to convince?”
The physical inabilities are weighing heavy. Now there’s a pun if I ever heard one.
I’ll manage. I always do. Whatever these inconsistencies are, I get through.
Right now I’m pushing into warrior mode. I’m tired of the politics. They show up on every level. It is this procrastination that has in fact cost us big time.
For example, Translink wants more money. In my mind they need to prove they can manage these funds. To date, not so much. The whole Compass program is a fiasco that still sits idle and the cost to taxpayers, well lets not go there as I’ll go for the juggler in a heart beat.
I guess what perturbs me more than anything is that residents will come to the meeting regarding the issues and insist that they shouldn’t have to pay that kind of money.
A friend of mine needs a new roof on her home. She has been quoted that the cost will be in the $17,000 range. Ouch!
If I have to pay $7,500 in costs for major projects over the next three years, then I can adjust my budget and do this.
And life goes on.
There are no guarantee’s, no promises.
I can recall pulling into an Esso Gas Station some 15 odd years ago at Hastings St. & Cassiar.
A woman was standing beside her Maserati crying.
I was just finishing up my newspaper route all those years ago.
I asked her what was wrong.
She was going through a nasty divorce. All her charge cards had been cancelled and she had no idea now how to put fuel in her car.
I smiled at her and showed her how to do this task. At the end I told her “It will get better. You’ll get stronger.”
Then I gave her a hug and left.
I don’t know what happened in her case but I do understand human frailty.
I’ve been feeling this a bit too much as of late.
And I do know that life will continue on inevitably.
So I’ll wipe the tears the from eyes and get on with it.