Toronto Just a Fun Place
Toronto just a fun place to be. The greatest place on earth. Just ask the writers at the Economist:
Toronto was ranked as the best place to live according to the Economist Intelligence Unit, a unit of The Economist magazine. The study included 50 global cities, and combined the results of the 2015 Safe Cities Index, along with past rankings based on liveability and cost of living. Cities were also evaluated according to their country’s ranking on business environment, democracy and global food security. Combined, the Index of Indexes places Toronto as the world’s best place to live.
This ranking is truly incredible. It just goes to show you how you cannot rely on these rankings to really tell you anything about anything.
Toronto – Is This Ranking Serious?
Toronto Hydro and the Apartment Building
It’s hard to believe that this is a serious statement prepared by serious people. It’s just as if the survey is prepared by people who have actually never been to the city.
Let me give you a synopsis of my day in Toronto today. This is generally a normal day, nothing unusual.
The Elevator Stopped Working
I left my apartment on the 15th floor of the building that I live in around 9:30 AM. The elevator doors closed and then the power went out. (The is the second time in two weeks that the power went out in my apartment building).
Now that may not seem like a lot of power outages. There is collateral damage though with everything electrical going off including the cable box, the WiFi router, and my computer. When the power comes back on, you always have the risk of something going wrong. On one occasion when the power went off when it came back on it blew my cable box and the central cable box for the building. My cable TV didn’t work for days while I was waiting for Rogers to fix it (another story). The elevator went dark for a few minutes. When the power came back on, the lights turned on in the elevator. But nothing else had any power. I pushed all the buttons and nothing happened.
Pounding on the Door
So I began pounding on the door. The emergency alarm didn’t work. The emergency intercom didn’t work. And pushing any of the buttons didn’t work.
This went on for about 15 minutes. I suddenly noticed that I could see through a space between the elevator door and the outside floor. I opened the door with my fingers and got out. The elevator had not moved.
The point here is that everything went wrong. Had I been someone with a weak heart or other issues, there might have been a different outcome. Nothing worked. I was lucky that the elevator had not moved and I figured my way out. And trying to get attention didn’t yield any results either (calling out and pounding on the doors).
Calling My City Counselor
In order to see if there was some way to deal with this situation through the city’s political/legal system, I called my city couselor. Someone answered the phone who assured me that they would get a city department to contact to express my concerns. That was two months ago and I have heard nothing. This is woefully typical of the “taxpayer service” that I have been afforded by the City of Toronto. No answer. It just makes it incredibly hard to believe that the so called raters of great cities seem to have no clue. None whatsoever.