Giant grumble for moving

Okay.
I know moving is never supposed to be a pleasant experience.
But people keep on saying how it is never as bad or nasty as they expect.

Given that I am so masterful at catastrophizing, and thus plan for the utter worst in such situations, you would expect that things would go by relatively smoothly each times. Especially this time, given I am just moving my own things into an apartment that is maybe 15km away.

Unfortunately, I appear to be under some sort of moving curse (despite the fact that I should have saved up plenty of good moving karma), and manage to somehow get entangled in a slightly different predicament every time.

This time it is the trap of the evil landlords.

As I mentioned on here a few weeks ago, upon informing my building manager that I was moving at the end of the month, she slipped a notice under my door which supposedly served as my 24-hour notice that she would be entering my suite anytime between 9am-8pm for the next month (yes, I've looked it up, and it appears to be massive horseshit, as I am supposed to be told an exact time of entry).
She showed up at my door Friday evening to tell me that she'd been showing my suite while I was at work, and that I would have to tidy up the place more. This grated me, as who has a spotless apartment when they are moving? It wasn't like there was garbage strewn everywhere... just moving related clutter and the like.
Even worse is that she showed up the next morning with possible tenants-- and didn't even mention this the night before. So I had to have people in my apartment while the Duke and I were still in our PJs (we'd just woken up, and were just lounging in bed). And she didn't even say thank you for my newly spotless apartment.

However, this is not even the acme of my story, dear readers!! (I just really wanted to use the word acme in context, truthfully.)
Halfway through my tenancy here, the management, and I presume ownership, switched over. My last landlady was admittedly very lax about almost all of her duties. Apparently paperwork was one of them. Now there's some debate as to the rightful colour of my walls.
When I moved in, several walls were not white (which was actually one of the things I liked about the apartment). Apparently it was never noted in the paperwork who painted the walls, though it was certainly not me. I recently received a notice reminding me to paint all the walls I'd painted back to white. I called my manager and informed her I'd painted no walls, so I assumed I was under no obligation to paint. She spoke to the owner, who, while apparently acknowledging that there was no proof that I had painted the walls, also has no proof that I didn't (due to the past landlady's lack of paperwork skills), and is planning to take the cost of primer off of my damage deposit. My manager decided that this was "out of her hands", and that I would have to take up the issue with the owner, who I have never met. It's nice to know that after three years of being a good tenant, she's willing to stand up for me.

I'm quite clueless as to the price of primer, but I'm absolutely infuriated about someone trying to take advantage of me yet again. Part of me is tempted to just say "fuck it" and not bother cleaning the place, if they are going to take away half of my damage deposit for something completely out of my control. But, the truth is, the rental market can be vicious in this city, so I need all the references I can get. I'm calling the tenants rights people tomorrow to see if anything can be done, but, honestly, the need for a decent reference may force me into biting my tongue, which is frustrating me to no end.

As I said, this isn't the first moving "lesson" I've received. I seem to get a good lesson to go along with each stage of moving. I've been screwed over by landlords upon moving in. I have been epically messed around by moving companies~ that is a whole post in and off itself, but in a nutshell, they showed up four days late, (at which point I was legally evicted from my apartment and had missed my foster sister's wedding) with no movers at midnight, meaning I had to do all the moving with a few friends despite paying for actual movers. They also charged me double my quoted price, broke my things, and threatened me when they broke promises to me. And this was despite me doing all the right things- checking the Better Business Bureau, asking them all the questions you are supposed to ask (apparently I should have asked "Are you going to be several days late, and are you lying about everything you've said?").

It is just so aggravating. I saw this move as a real testament to my ability to be independent-- yet again, someone is trying to scam more money from me. I hate the idea that no matter what "lesson" each move teaches me, there will be another one around the corner that I couldn't predict. It bothers me even more that I am a good tenant and an honest person. People are always talking about how difficult it is to find reliable tenants-- why then do they treat them so shabbily?