Call the Fire Department, you say? I did. And I was told that it was something I should take up with the Tenancy Board during daytime hours as fire, health and safety is not dealt with during evening hours. I was however assured that they WOULD evacuate me as needed. But, because it is 6:00 pm, no, no inspection (Tenancy Board has an 10 month resolution backlist and a 50 minute phone waiting time).
I then called the local news station who does NOT have an evening crew and let them know it all. The woman taking it down did a lot of "Are you kidding" laughs. She said they would call me back in the morning to let me know if they could make a story of it. I find it REALLY odd that while I have a life in which I want to leave my apartment, and go to the Y or out to dinner between 4:30 p.m. and 9:00 a.m., it appears that no one else thinks wheelchair people do…or should. And of course, tomorrow the workers will be here.
This morning when Linda tried to TELL Fran that there were nails in front of our door, Fran overrode her as she was told to inform me that I was to roll my wheelchair back and forth in the hallway downstairs before coming upstairs (to avoid leaving wet tracks!). Okay, who is the only person in the building told NOT to use the access of either stairwell at ANY time (hand raised) and who is also the only person who has “special instruction” on how they must act before they are allowed to use the public hallway on their own floor (hand raised again!). After the second reminder the workers DID put padding over my door and the elevator, but by 10:00 am, they had removed it AGAIN, so Linda found the padding and we got to my medical appointment.
But wait, just as the evening can’t get any better, I am informed that in the Category of LGBT blogs of CANADA, I have won THIRD place for all Canadian blogs. Okay, my major concerns blogged this weeks are a) Home care, b) that Canada has no disability act, c) That BC has no ombudsperson to take on human rights cases and d) that I am trapped in my apartment by a bigot who hates people (or maybe just Elizabeth’s) in Wheelchairs. And I win, the best LESBIAN voice of Canada and the Third place overall. Now, I am just curious, does the title of the blog, SCREW BRONZE, perhaps tell anyone how I feel about third place? Dave Hindsburger over at Chewing the Fat won Third place for Best Blogsphere Citizen. Wait a minute, Dave is gay, why isn’t he in the LGBT section? And why is he winning awards for being a good citizen? Is it perhaps because he is nice and cheery and gives lessons we all can learn from while I curse, am sarcastic, talk about shooting myself in the head, take pictures in my panties, threaten to close the blog and talk about porn a lot? I dunno. I guess that wasn’t part of what they wanted as a BEST citizen (but they are leopard print panties!)
Okay, I just called Fran, the managers number, to let her know about the nails and was put on voice mail, so I let her know I was calling exactly as the Fire Commissioners office told me to do (Note to self: expect early wake up call). Then I was SO pissed that I wrote a note and put it on the door so that everyone passing by could read it and see why another tenant was stuck while they were able to walk around. I plan to leave it up as long as possible (hey, people put up Xmas decorations, this is my “Prisoner Holiday” decoration). I expect it will last until Fran sees it.
Of course, Fran has closed one of the two stairwells and put up a notice telling everyone to use the OTHER stairwell. She got to put up a notice and it looks like mine (but tells people what to do - If I say, "Please" do you think Fran might stop trapping me inside my apartment?).
Of course, the other stairwell ALSO happens to be completely full of nails, that stick up on EVERY single stair and on EVERY side of the stair. Which is kind of why I CALLED the fire department because between crawling down several flights of nail beds and getting a little crispy, that is a tough choice. As Linda points out, what if someone, someone able bodied, is barefoot or visiting with children who are wearing slippers. Well I guess a visit to our floor isn’t complete without your tetanus shot!
Anyway, so much for my evening, because I think I am going to have to go to bed early. After all I have a) workmen pounding things for day three in a row, b) maybe the local TV news station calling and c) Fran on the warpath calling or knocking (or maybe like she did illegally before, just entering using her keys). And during the lull time, I will call the local paper and the local alternative paper and offer them my photos and story! Because I am getting a WEE pissed. I mean, the whole “crawl down the stairs while carrying your wheelchair” thing a week or so ago actually didn’t tip me over the edge, but this......yeah.
So tomorrow, I will be happy and snarky and have more pics of me and my breasts (maybe in a corset), but right now I am going to try and enjoy the glow of being Canadian, which essentially means I am supposed to be happy with getting third place. Because, after all, third isn’t that bad...........except SCREW BRONZE!!!!
To anyone who might want to write the owner of my building (or Fran directly) both might be achieved with the address provided below. Just to let him know what a bang up country you think Canada is, and Victoria as a city, and this residential manager, Fran, as a representative of both. (Peter Kerr of Surfside Properties is listed on the 2008 board of directors for The Rental Owners and Managers Society of B.C. - and in 2005 as President of Surfside Holdings - our Lease says Surfside Holdings, it is likely he is the President)
To Owner: regarding Fran (Manager of the Royal Commodore)
C/O Surfside Holdings
P.O. Box 2213
Woo Hoo! If Number 1 and 2 die tonight, I win by default.
God, I hope there isn’t drug testing, I will lose my 3rd place for sure!