I lived in one of their apartments for 3 years. It was my first apartment ever, and as such I'm sure there were things I could have done better, but the experience was not good. Let's begin at the beginning.
I loved the apartment as soon as I saw it, so I agreed to a credit check, and as soon as I was cleared I went to pick up the keys and sign the lease. The first thing anyone in the office said to me was, "Oh, good, you're bringing money." (Sounds like a joke, written down. At the time it felt unsettling. And in retrospect I'm thinking it wasn't a joke at all. They're only nice to you--and not genuinely--when you have money in your hand. Otherwise they're caustic and dismissive.) I was given the keys. Then they had me sign the lease. Every time I started to read, they said, "Oh, don't bother reading, just sign." Of course, in retrospect... a RED FLAG. Every time I turned the page and began to read again, she tapped the dotted line at the bottom and said, "Just sign here, sweetie." I'm sorry to say that's exactly what I did. I'm three years older and lightyears wiser now. Then when it was time to give me a copy of the lease... the copy machine was broken. I'm non-confrontational by nature--not to mention I was just excited to have my own place--so I didn't think twice of it. They said they'd mail it. Guess what? Three years later, I STILL don't have a copy of the thing, despite calling many times in the first year and having them promise they were sending it right away. I eventually gave up and forgot. My mistake as well as theirs, I acknowledge this.
When I moved in, I was told that there was a spot in the ceiling that had been damaged by a water leak. I was glad they told me up front. But they also said it was fixed. About three months in, however, it began to leak again. Profusely. I called, and called, and called, and called. Always a "Oh, yes, we will send someone out," without anyone actually coming. Then one night, I realized the leak had spread all along the outer wall. I called again. The emergency number this time. "Oh, yes, we'll send someone tomorrow!" They sent the maintenance guy (a very, very nice man), but all he did was slap plaster on it. My dad's a carpenter, my mother an architect. I know that's not how to take care of a leak. Sure enough, three days later, it was leaking again. And I had wet plaster all over my floor.
Rinse and repeat. For another year. Then a leak sprung on the opposite side of the apartment. A big one. Right over the fridge outlet. Yikes! I called, and called, and called, and this time they sent people every time, but always to ASSESS THE DAMAGE, never to actually take care of it. I recognize the difficulty in patching roofs. I really do. But they were never proactive. Never. Always reactionary, and barely at that.
Needless to say, I'm sure the guy who lives there now is calling them regularly. For a time it appeared to be fixed. Unfortunately, I realized it wasn't AFTER he'd already signed the lease.
There was a stretch of about six months where they kept locking me out of my own apartment. My key did not work in the top lock, and everytime I called to tell them they'd say "Oh, you're not turning hard enough, it's supposed to match the doorknob lock." I started leaving signs on the door to NOT LOCK THE TOP LOCK when they left, and they always would, and I'd find out at about 7PM, and I'd call the emergency number, and they'd be annoyed and someone would show up and tell me to stop forgetting my keys (they never listened to me.) Finally they realized I was telling the truth and changed the doorknob lock to match the deadbolt lock. But no apology. No nothing.
Every time someone came to do maintenance, I'd find paint and plaster and packaging from the new smoke detector they'd just installed or what have you all over the place. All. Over. Total lack of respect for my space.
I moved out a few months early. I will admit, they were good about this. They told me if I found someone, they'd waive any early cancellation fees or whatever. So I found someone in a day, and he signed the lease (sorry man) and I moved without a hitch. There was a moment where they tried to get me for the fee they charge if THEY find someone (half a month's rent) but when I told them I'd "found" him, they didn't press.
I was promised my security deposit within two weeks. It came in four, and less three hundred dollars--for cleaning. (Admittedly, I left the stove greasy and the fridge was gross because I ran out of time, and I knew I would incur charges, but THREE HUNDRED? If they'd given me the lease, and if I'd demanded it harder, maybe I'd have known I'd be in for that. I'm letting it go.) Perhaps I should just be glad they sent a check at all.
That said, the apartment was beautiful, and I do have fond memories from my three years living in it, even if I did have to move all of my furniture away from the walls when it rained. read more