If you carry one thing with you today, let it be this: you are beautiful, you matter, and you are loved.
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Update: The damage claim was not being processed! I just received the most audacious mail. The owner told me in so many words that my storage unit has already been put up for rent again, my access codes have been switched out, and I’m supposed to let the owner know when I intend to clear out the damaged stuff, since I’m no longer renting the place, and it should’ve been cleared out already since I cancelled the contract.
I told him that I was instructed by his company to leave the damaged items there until the damage claim has been processed and only to remove them once this was done, that I find it ridiculous that he’d change my access codes before ever confirming the cancellation of my contract (I received neither an email nor anything else that would confirm the cancellation), and that I will only remove my stuff once the damage claim has been processed and under the condition that until then, my access codes be restored.
I’m ready to spit acid.