For those of you who don't know, I got broken into at the beginning of February. The burglar bastards were aided and abetted by the broken security gate to my building. They got away with tv, computer, etc and locked my poor Siska into a room before nabbing the cover to her doggy bed and taking that with them. I mean honestly. If they'd asked nicely she would have gladly pointed out the valuables, you know?
So anyway, two months later and the gate is still not fixed so I wrote a snappy letter to the management company, who called asking for another letter requesting a rent decrease. I duly sent this letter and haven't heard a word until today.
They're dropped my recently increased rent by R100.
Ok, so a hundred rand would buy me a decent plate of sushi but still...I feel triumphant!
From now on if my crisps aren't crispy, my sushi isn't sushi..ing or my soap powder isn't making my dander-infested whites whiter than white - I'm moaning.
Those companies actually do care about whether you're happy or not. Who knew?
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