Who Doesn’t Love Jumping Through Pointless Hoops?
My mother owns a couple of apartments that she rents as a complement of income and in preparation for retirement.
Some of them she manages fully directly, but one has her go through a society. There were several conflicts, including the people in charge of finding renters (mostly among students) trying to pressure my mother into reducing the rent amount (already a bit below market) to make finding customers easier, but in truth keeping the same price and pocketing the difference. So, my mother retook the responsibility of finding, choosing, and negotiating with potential and current renters without issue.
This story is part of why she wishes she could also get rid of [Society] in its role as the sole and irremovable building manager. Normally, they are chosen by a vote among the owners, but not in this case, as [Society] managed to also be the one voting in the name of the owners using the full breadth of their service, guaranteeing an easy and systematic majority.
One morning in late January, my mother received a rather aggressive letter telling her that she was late in paying the monthly charge for the service, due on the first. The letter said to contact a specific number to negotiate the late fees and payment.
She checked that the letter was genuine — it had indeed been sent from a [Society]-owned mailing address — that the number was not a trap, and also that she had paid on time. Then, she gathered the proof of having paid and then called.
After a bit of a wait, the person on the other end told her that despite his function, it was not him that dealt with this part and to contact the accountant, whose number she already had.
So, she did. The accountant was on vacation, and the assistant that answered told my mother that it was another service that handled the charges and gave her the number.
After a greater bit of wait for an answer, she got through to a woman who said that handling all the cheques — [Society] insist on payment by cheque — at the same time was hard, that there was a renewal in the service this trimester, and that she sent the letter to everybody just in case. But there had been a big internal courier arrival this morning, and if my mother’s payment was among those, they would waive the late fees.
There was no excuse for wasting time, no acknowledgment of this being their own mistake, no resolution, and no promise to correct the source of the mistake.