Environment upgrade part 2: Trust no more

Part of the series Environment upgrade.

I wasn’t infuriated or anything. I just felt let down by people and sad at the fact that it’ll be even harder for me to trust strangers in the future. Part of the reason why I decided to take this place was because she works for the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police), the Canadian equivalent of the FBI agency. I figured that I could trust her word more given her status as the public’s protector. So the deal went through despite the nagging sensation at the back of my head.
The deal was, she leaves the washer, dryer, dish washer, stove and fridge. The reality is that the key opened a door that led to a completely empty condo. I expected normal people to be this sneaky, but not an RCMP. She just destroyed my trust in any fucking authority figure in the world. Thanks a lot, now I have to figure out what legal course I can take and if the cost in time is worth the few items that are gone. Which, I am sure, she is counting on.

What a great way to come back to my vacation, no? That and the fact that during my few days of absence, despite my warning that I am on vacation. People still sent me 89 emails (16 of which are some kind of new malfunctions in their development/manufacturing/processing equipment). PEOPLE! VACATION means I AM NOT HERE!

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That was the heat talking. I am missing BC’s heavenly temperature. I later combed through the deed of sale and realized how badly my ass got owned. The trick is in cluases 7.4, 7.5 and 8.1 where the Inclusions and Exclusions are mentioned. The moment I realized it, I sat still for a long time remembering the techniques which both my agent and the seller used to distract me from noticing the details. I noticed how my agent quickly flipped through that page to preventing me from reading too much in detail, to the way she presents the place. Able to say something without actually confirming it, to talk, as if the items are mine without actually saying so.

It goes to show how young I am in this world of hidden daggers and suggestive wordings. I am glad this happened on my first house, when the stakes are lower and not during an exchange for a million dollar home.