"There are those whose primary ability is to spin wheels of manipulation…read more
It is their second skin and without these spinning wheels, they simply do not know how to function.
They are like toys on wheels of manipulation and control. If you remove one of the wheels, they'll never be able to feel secure, be whole."
― C. JoyBell C.
It all started with a desire to move to a quieter place. Being almost five hours away, from a promising-looking place, I decided to reach out and inquire about the property. I filled out one of those online forms, mentioning in detail what I was looking for, -and I mean every detail. One of those requirements: a quiet place.
I received an automated response letting me know that my information was received, and I would be contacted by someone at the office. Later the same day, I receive a response from Charleigh, (Red Flag No. 01- Not same office staff, which seems very revolving door based on reviews) which seemed curiously and lazily copied and pasted, not only, mentioning the same information as the automated response spat out upon my initial contact (Red Flag No. 02), but my specific points were not addressed.
I ask the same questions, stating I live far away, and would truly appreciate real-time photos or videos showing the property, its views, and the apartment. Charleigh mentions that if I go to the website, what I see, is the same as any pictures they would send (Red Flag No.3 -hesitation, and lack of willingness to work with someone in this position.) I gently insist, reminding her of my position (I should have run like the Dickens, at this point) and Tabatha (The Manager) gets involved by sending me responses also. At this point, my inbox became a circus, with me asking questions (meticulously dodged) and getting responses from Charleigh, or Tabtatha, from 3 different e-mail accounts.
At one point, I finally receive some pictures from Charleigh, only to realize they were website photos (As if one cannot tell, and if you go to their Instagram account, you can see the same used-and-re-used tactic on the feed), and one (included) which was of a First-floor dwelling, supposedly being the third (3) floor apartment I would have been renting. Now, I'm no arborist or an architect, but that seems to be the first 3rd floor reaching bush I have ever seen, and the lowest third-floor dwelling I have witnessed (seriously, that ground looks dang close), and given their stellar desire to help and lack of warm communication, I doubt this was an honest mistake, and more a slimy, sneaky, avaricious move. Not t mention, after my initial contact, every other interaction felt as if I was inconveniencing them.
So, I was going to be in the area, looking at other places and decided to drive by. Well, Thank goodness I did. Part of the property burned down some time ago, and you can still smell the fumes. Construction will be a thing, and if you've ever lived or worked or walked or driven past a construction site, you know the joyous melodies accompanied by these happenings. Now, why would no one at the property mention this? (I have a clue: Lack of empathy, even during a pandemic, and an inhuman greed for money).
I was so disgusted, I contacted the property, and was given the usual, tired, and automatic candidate response of: "Would you like to stop by the office to discuss?" (Which in my experience, is also very slimy, sneaky, copy-and-paste, of an answer). Nope! no, thank you. In the end, the only thing left, was me learning to trust my instincts, with Tabatha stating she was "sorry *I felt the property was misrepresented" (Really? That's your apology? A non- apology?)
I had also contacted the Management Company, and mentioned all of these events, providing all interactions, including visual proof of Tabatha herself smoking a foot or less away from the office (Something the property claims to be illegal, and subject to a fine) but never got a response from them either, only to find that this is their entire M.O. Not give a single F.
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