The Case of the Missing Check

Last year when we moved to Egypt, our stupid management company didn't give us back any of our deposit because they decided to keep: $100 move-out early fee, $100 carpet cleaning fee, and $50 late rent fee (?!) I was pretty annoyed, but knew that we would get back $50 for finding someone to live in our apartment. When the robotic woman at TPM refused to give me the $50 for a variety of reasons (she included: 1) there was a different name on the form than I was telling her in the email, 2) it was no longer policy to give the $50 incentive to find someone to live in your own apartment, 3) the employee who promised me the money no longer worked there... etc. etc.)

Anyways, finally, a few weeks ago I emailed her something to the effect of: "I expect a check for $50 in my name to be on the front desk by the end of the week" and VOILA! It was!

And then we moved and I LOST IT. And it's not just $50, it's the PRINCIPLE! I won the battle, but it seems I've lost the war unless I find this stupid check and deposit it. I've searched high and low in this new house and it's NOWHERE. TO. BE. FOUND.

I am so frustrated beyond belief even though this is so not that big of a deal.








Wow. As I was writing this post, I found the check under a book on our computer desk. A book that Tim had apparently already looked under and in and beyond.