In an earlier post I talked about the joys of NY City living, including the conveniences of living in a full-service building. There are some things I’m glad to be rid of. While the folks who work in my building are great, the property management firm that oversees my building provides me with regular lessons in patience and karma. In order to have anything brought in or out of the building, the company delivering (or removing) the items has to fax a certificate of insurance to the property manager. Given my tendencies, I had spoken with the moving company about this months ago when we first selected them, and I followed up with them and found out they faxed the certificate of insurance to my property manager on June 6. Of course, my property manager didn’t contact me or the movers to confirm or let us know if there was anything wrong with the certificate. I called today, and they said they didn’t receive the certificate (check the boards in Vegas for the odds on the accuracy of that statement). I faxed them a second copy, and called back–only to find out at that point that the certificate needed some changes. Understand, these people will stop the movers from entering the building if there’s one T left uncrossed or one I left undotted. Therefore, in addition to wrapping up things at work before my “vacation” started, I had to deal with faxing and phoning these people who seem to be put on this earth to make things more difficult. Needless to say, knowing that in a few short weeks (once I get back my security deposit back) I won’t have to deal with another property manager (hopefully ever) brings a feeling of joy into my heart.
Red tape never disappears completely, but here's to shedding some of it