I need to learn to never trust anyone.

Warning: Contains a rant of rage.

 

Had a meeting with my tenancy manager to find out about the move today.  The whole crowd got shown one of the mostly finished new units, and then we were told our allocations.

I spat the dummy.

Over several conversations throughout the earlier part of the process, the tenancy manager had said she probably wouldn't have control over who got allocated to what but said she would do what she could to either keep me in the same relative place I am or into one of the other two positions I found tolerable.  This was all in aid of making me put up with the many frustrations of the process and be complaint to the various demands and interruptions.

So the allocation happens and it turns out she got to make the decisions entirely herself.  And she moved me out of the range of places I had conceded I could work with, putting me in what is pretty much the worst unit (at least for my needs).

I am not happy.

I am very not happy with the tenancy manager herself.  Not just for putting me in a unit that is poorly suited, which could have just been bad luck and would normally require overlooking.  But for having misled me to manipulate my behaviour of the previous couple of years.

And as "I spat the dummy" might have implied, I made my unhappiness pretty clear in front of everyone.

She said she would look in to it, but that someone else had asked for the equivalent on my spot and someone having asked for it was more important than anything agreement she had ever suggested.  In fact she acted like she had no idea what I was talking about when I said I thought we had come to an agreement on it.  Maybe she forgot, or just didn't both to remember as she had said it when she didn't think she would have direct power and had never had any intention of following through.  She explained that she couldn't make everyone happy and had to take people's disabilities into account.  I was left wondering what disability requires you to live at the very top of the stairs or, in the case of the flat I most wanted, be the literally least accessible unit.

It ended up looking a lot like she was giving preference to people that sucked up to her.  She was even allocating better units to the new people who she 'can't name as they haven't signed tenancy agreements yet'.  Which is pretty damn disrespectful to the people who have had to put up with living on the building site for the last year and a half.

I will be demanding all interactions I have with them again be in writing.

My tenancy manager has proven herself untrustworthy and tainted the entire agency in the process.

I will see how her rethink goes first.  But I get the feeling I will be making some formal complaints and maybe having to interact with my MP (as unappealing as that is).