Asshat

We have come across some real asshats as part of our move.  Judge for yourselves:

• the Canberra letting manager who told us not to come to the showing and then couldn't get into our house because she didn't bring keys (bye bye 2 weeks rent)
  
• the same letting manager who held a second showing but again lost the keys (another 2 weeks rent down the toilet)
• the same letting manager who rang us to complain about the keys - it was 5 am UK time (moral of the story: lock in details when your property manager goes on leave - we had left 2 sets of keys and the asshat who stood in for her couldn't find them)
• the great TV debacle (see the dedicated post on that)
• the asshat neighbour in Nyawi who, on the 18th of March rang the ACT government and said "someone has abandoned a house with a pool and it is a safety issue" - we were actually in the house on 17th March for fucks sake (but kudos here to ACT Urban Services who rang Kath -" who abandons a house?"  just to placate the annoying old gits next door to us and get them to bugger off)
• and speaking of 17 March, asshat award to the satellite TV provider in Oz who said "we'll pick up the digital box between 7 and 9 am" - and when they hadn't arrived by 10, we had to drop it off at the bloody real estate agent
• Then of course, here in the UK, people telling us "you'll see us in the morning", then at 9:30 saying after lunch, and then at 2:30 telling us they haven't left and its more like 5:00, after we wait around for half the day? Well, that's just asshat behaviour in my book...
• Would the same people be a hour late for lunch the very next day?  Nah ... that would not only keep Matt waiting but also other guests as well.  No-one would be that rude, would they?
• the asshat's at the cable UK TV company who dicked poor Kath around ([eyes narrow] ... Yes Mr Branson, I'm looking at you) - see the dedicated post on that too