I've tried to start writing this review like 3 times and can't seem to quite put into words just how ridiculous dealing with Port Property Management is, ...and I'm not even a tenant.
Where do I even begin? I could write about how trying to speak to a live human on the phone is like going on a wild goose chase.
Or I could write about how when we mentioned our lease was ending at the end of the year we were told "oh...well if you can't move in right away we're not going to show it to you", and then when we let them know (by voicemail, surprise) we were able to get a more flexible lease term, they replied by email with "if this is true, call us to schedule an appointment"...yeah 'cause we'd totally lie about that....
Or I could talk about how when we inquired about the most expensive apt they have, instead of a friendly "sure when would you guys like to schedule a walk-through?" we got curtly grilled about our income and other pre-qualifying questions.
Unfortunately, we did qualify and so our appointment was set, with someone we hadn't talked to or met before who we were instructed to dial for at the door when we arrived.
So we came up for our appointment. From Boston. Got there right on time. Rang at the door as instructed and waited.
Nothing.
Cut to us stuck in the entryway for 15 minutes leaving voicemails at the intercom with a 3 second window to say who we were and why we were there. About ready to give up, we finally called their main office, went through all the phone instructions AGAIN, left a voicemail AGAIN, no response. Called again and got through to someone and they were like "oh... ::nonchalant laughter:: hm let me check and see, it must be Monday!" YEAH...it must be Monday that we took off from work to come see your crappy apartment! SO FUNNY! lololol!
Turns out the agent we talked to never communicated with the other girl that we had an appointment. Gahhhhhhh.
Finally a guy came to let us in and was like "sorry, we had no idea you had an appointment. Katrina was in here signing a lease with someone so she didn't get the door".
I felt bad for him because he was nice and it was clear he was really embarrassed.
The unit itself was 'renovated', with crooked, creaky floors. You could tell they tried to do the surface-level things people look for like stainless steel whatnot and ceramic tile, but at this point nothing could redeem this train wreck of an experience.
To put icing on the cake, when we were leaving we were like "so are there any other units available that we could take a look at?" (we're gluttons for punishment, apparently) and were taken to meet the mysterious Katrina who was sitting at her desk not signing a lease with anyone, and were immediately asked "how much money do you make?"
No "oh hi guys! I'm so sorry things got mixed up, want to have a seat and talk about what you're looking for?" etc.
My husband was like "um...::shock/awkward moment:: that's personal but, um... 'enough'...I mean we're not looking for an income restricted unit if that's what you're getting at." (hadn't we been through that in order to even see the unit we'd just seen??) and then she was like "oh... yeah we don't have anything, sorry!" and that was it. There was no "but we manage a zillion properties in the Portland area, would you like me to take your information down and let you guys know if anything opens up?" It seems like they really don't care if they get business or not.
We left flabbergasted. If attempting to deal with them as a tenant is even a fraction as difficult and frustrating as attempting to deal with them as a prospective tenant, I pity the poor souls that are trapped in leases with these people. It was so unprofessional from start to finish. I read the yelp reviews beforehand and wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt but I don't doubt any of these claims now.
Thankfully, these guys like, strapped on the bullet proof vests and pushed us out of the way from the steaming bullet of nightmares we would be sure to get shot with if we rented with them. Unfortunately it looks like others haven't been so lucky. read more