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Louis Shalako
It was Friday, May 31 when the letter was shoved
through the door frame. It had my name on it, the letter inside has my name,
address and the date.
It’s from the landlord. Please remove your window air
conditioning unit.
Okay.
It’s not like I didn’t see you coming—
I reckon at least three or four households in this
building received such letters. This is different from the annual and pretty
generic folded pamphlets shoved through the door frames of every unit in the
building, regular reminders when springtime rolls around.
People basically ignored it, took their chances, and
the landlord took no action. Things have changed.
It’s different, in
other words. Steeves & Rozema used to operate the building, but a new
company, MillDon Enterprises Limited has been spun off. Essentially, S
& R continues management of senior living and long term care homes, MillDon
handles residential apartment buildings. It’s all the same staff and employees,
they said so themselves. It might
also be an attempt to deflect bad publicity from the parent company, when the
renovictions begin in earnest.
I removed the a/c within ten minutes of finding that
letter. Yet I suspect this is just the beginning. It’s more than just a change
of style, even though their first letter, also inserted through the door frame on
or about May 26, announced the change of management and also assured tenants
that ‘your tenancies are secure’.
No one’s tenancies are secure, not when it’s a
rent-controlled building and seven households out of thirty-one have not turned
over in the thirteen or so years that I have been in this building. In a local
news story, it was stated that ‘rents have doubled in six or eight years’.
Well, they’ve more than doubled in thirteen.
Okay, walking down the street, we can see that some
units have the snorkel visible in the window, this is from a portable air
conditioning unit, often on wheels, with a flexible hose. They are more
expensive and less effective than the typical window mounted units.
It is also true that the upper floor on this building
has the metal sleeve, a box set into the masonry, with a grille on the
exterior. In my unit, there is a cover screwed on and while it is a repository
for spiders and a source of some damned cold air in winter, the even more
expensive ‘sleeve-type air conditioner’ can fit in this space. My own problem,
is not insoluble—or unsolvable.
(He’s just cheap. – ed.)
However one wants to say it. It’s just a question of time and money, or perhaps speed, time and distance when you figure out the machine has to come from somewhere, in some sort of a time-frame, bearing in mind we must get some kind of heat-wave, certainly at some point in the summer of 2024. Someone has to lug that fucking thing up three flights of stairs, unbox it, find the tools, and do some kind of credible job of installation. Interestingly, assuming more than one window, and the little portables seem to be good for 150 square feet, I doubt if the landlord will be saving much on the electricity. This is not about the price of electricity. This is about control.
Either we do without, or we get the portable units. Or
suffer. Or try our luck elsewhere.
It’s better than lying in a puddle of sweat all night
long, going days (or nights), without sleep, or dragging a mattress out onto
the balcony, like the couple in Rear
Window, which I suspect would also deeply aggrieve the landlord. It tends
to bring down the tone of the neighbourhood, don’t you know.
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In such an environment, temptation reigns supreme. If
the landlord even got half of us old-timers out of the building the revenues
would go up by three or four thousand dollars per month; maybe even more. This
building, by my calculations, is already generating well over fifty thousand
dollars a month, but another few grand wouldn’t hurt their feelings. What is
that, six hundred grand a year…??? From a building that was paid off decades
ago, and has been remortgaged multiple times since then, and has been, in
general, a cash cow for the last fifty years…
The game will be to get complaints on the tenant. A request, one that is complied with,
isn’t exactly a complaint, but that is the way that it will be presented, when
the company goes to make their big play. There will be preliminary steps. They
will send around a form, this one will be shoved in through all door frames.
Tenants will be asked to provide current phone numbers, email addresses,
license plate numbers, the names and number of family members. (Next of kin. –
ed.) Your insurance policy number, they will advise you to have comprehensive
insurance on your auto just in case one of their branches falls on your
vehicle. Your dependents, any pets, waterbeds, aquariums, all that sort of
thing.
They will determine which tenants have barbecues on
their balconies and ‘request’ that they be removed. When it is time for their
annual entry, which is when they change the batteries in the smoke detectors,
this sort of compulsory notice is shoved in through the door frame of all
units. This is when they walk through the unit and take pictures, and send them
back to head office for assessment…they do have the right of inspection, ladies
and gentlemen.
And I have the right to write a blog-post. I plead
self-defense.
At some point they will re-issue the electronic key
fobs and ask to see identification when you go to do so. They’ve already got
the place wired for sound with an estimated ten to twelve cameras watching you
come and go. This ties in with the tracking
feature of the key fob, where they know exactly what time you leave for
work in the morning and exactly what time you come home, when you take out the
garbage, and also, what with a plastic card to operate what used to be
coin-operated machines, now they know all about your laundry as well. They will
ask if you’re growing pot on the balcony, visible to children on the street
three hundred metres away…
The rentier class has all the power and all of the
advantages and one must govern oneself accordingly. To lose housing is to
become homeless, possibly for the rest of one’s life the way the provincial
government is responding to this issue.
As for the county, they’re having another summit, even as we speak.
I
have been thinking of painting my unit…but why in the hell would anyone invest
any money at all, in something that would take weeks or months of effort, and a
considerable amount of cold hard cash, when the odds are the landlord is
looking for excuses…??? If you ask permission, it’s just one more black mark on
your record. And if you just go ahead and do it, it’s just one more black mark
on your record. If they say no, in writing, they can hardly complain about the
paintwork, not after nine years of occupancy. If they say yes, in writing, then
you’d better do a damned neat job of it and stick to approved colours. I have
no doubt a little communication
works better with the average landlord in such a case.
You can also see why I am conflicted. To talk to them at all, is to draw attention.
The building across the street has been vacated for one year. There is virtually no activity from contractors. The thing is basically just deserted. The thing here, is that Steeves & Rozema were at least systematically renovating and upgrading units as they were vacated, singly, one at a time, and as things went along. I would think that just leaves six or seven remaining to be done—a real provocation to the obsessive-compulsive, the sort of person who just wants to get something done, in which case I sincerely hope they are not a psychopath...
I’ve also seen the company truck in here this morning: he came around Friday morning, and later that day, the letters arrived.
Presumably, he’s just checking up on compliance.
It still has the S & R logo on the side,
incidentally.
It would be difficult to justify, even to themselves, in
renovicting the entire building: after all, my next door neighbours are already
paying twice as much for essentially the same unit. Mine’s just a little grubby
after nine years on the third floor—and four on the second floor when I first
moved in. I am a smoker, I do cook, which includes frying bacon and eggs,
French fries, I take showers and baths and other such things. The steam will
condense on the walls, taking other airborne pollutants with it. The
ventilation has never been exactly good in this old building, a bit of a
problem when the heat in the building is set rather low over the winter and to
open a window a crack is to essentially freeze in your bed. The same holds true in the heat of summer, up here on the third floor. That whole puddle of sweat thing. With baseboard
heaters, simple convection sucks all of that up the face of the walls and some
of it is going to stick, ladies and gentlemen.
Here’s my point. The fact that I have been in a
rent-controlled unit or building for thirteen years is not my problem, it is the landlord’s…which makes it a problem for me after all.
The fact that there is nowhere else to go, (except Rainbow Park), and that I retire off of disability and go onto rather minimal federal pension benefits and other minor supplements in two months, is definitely my problem. The fact that depression has reared its ugly head again and every little thing feels like a punch in the guts isn’t exactly helpful. Depression is an anxiety-based condition. I would appear to have plenty to worry about, in that sense it is an environmental response to some perceived threat or trauma.
This is our operating environment.
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I also noted this morning, that the rent payment had gone
from the bank account. It had also gone up by $1.01. Okay, it’s a new company
and a few glitches may be expected due to the sheer number of units, 1,000 all
over southern Ontario. This is their first time, in other words. Yet nobody wants
to confront the landlord over a measly dollar, and if they have decided
to charge a dollar for every e-transfer, that’s another thousand dollars a
month coming into company coffers, for essentially nothing. It’s not like they
notified anyone about anything, they’d have to put it in writing—and guys like
me are known to hang onto such things. I was just downtown this morning, and
company headquarters for MillDon Enterprises Ltd. are still plastered with S
& R logos. I suppose it all takes time. I’m not sure if they have a website
up yet, either.
Other than that—
I plead self-defense…
I believe it was Max Webster who sang about getting
used to walking the tightrope. Well, neither federal, nor especially provincial
pensions, for example ODSP, have kept up with inflation, even when inflation
was low. Disability has always been thirty or forty percent below the poverty
line in this province. This is why seventy percent of your cheque goes to rent. The poverty line is currently over $25,000.00 per year
and ODSP ain’t nowhere near that. Welfare is so much worse—that one is just a
disgrace on the part of the provincial government.
I’ve been walking some kind of tightrope for thirty
fucking years, ladies and gentlemen.
Also.
The inflation in the
housing sector is something else—it’s just plain crazy and no wonder Rainbow
Park has a line of tents several hundred metres long, all along the back fence.
I have been told, but have not verified independently, that there are
encampments along the Howard Watson Trail as well. The building across the
street, where all tenants were evicted as of June 1/23, has been sitting empty
for a full year. I haven’t seen contractors in there in months, although
someone does cut the grass periodically.
Fuck.
The ability to see the future is highly-overrated. The
simple truth is that it hasn’t happened yet, and it may never happen. It is
also true that knowledge is power—and to be forewarned is to be forearmed.
Getting old ain’t exactly for wussies, what the hell
I’m supposed to do about is a very good question. To sit here and live in dread
isn’t exactly my idea of the so-called Golden Years.
END
If the landlord really wants to push, there is quite the backlog at the Tribunal.
Steeves & Rozema to Become Separate Operations.
Homelessness Summit Draws Front-Page Coverage, but no Conclusions, All the Usual Excuses.
(Sarnia Observer, Sarnia News Today.)
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Community Legal Assistance Sarnia.
Let go the line. Max Webster.
Rear Window. James Stewart and Grace Kelly. One of my top three Hitchcock films.
Backlog at Tenant and Landlord Tribunal. (CBC)
Rainbow Park. (Sarnia Journal) If the police can't evict a homeless encampment, how secure is my tenancy...???
The Cheapest Portable Air Conditioner at Home Depot.
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