I’ve been irritated with the management here for quite some while.  There are lights in the parking lot which have been out since we moved in in Dec 2008.  I have complained about them every month for over a year.  I have heard several different stories as to why they haven’t been fixed.  There is one light on one of the buildings around the parking lot which does shine on part of it. It’s been going on and off on a semi regular basis for several weeks.  I have repeatedly explained to them that I get home from work at about 1 am and do not feel safe walking from my car in the dark through the parking lot.  They do practically nothing about it.

We had a large snowstorm that began on a Friday.  Saturday morning at around midnight we lost power.  Less than a half hour later it came back on.  The heat, however, did not.  I called at around 3:35 am the emergency line and someone said he’d come in a look at it first thing in the morning.  I woke up late morning to discover that not only did I not have heat, I also did not have hot water.  I waited several hours and called the office.  No answer. I called the emergency line and they said maintenance would call me with an update.  On Sunday we called back and were told again that we would be called.  The heat came back on, but they never called.  I still do not understand why we lost heat for over 24 hours when we had power.  They never plowed the parking lot that day.  My father and Kathy came over and dug me out.  That was what? Saturday the 7th?  Well, I was unable to park in the lot on Wednesday.  I got out of the lot after helping a woman get her car unstuck.  After deciding that it wasn’t worth trying to go to work, I drove back to the parking lot.  Someone else was stuck.  I had to park at the Foodland and walk back to my apartment.  I was told that the plow was broken.  The following week, on Tuesday, after trying to get up the parking lot to a parking space.  While backing down I got stuck in the driveway.  Half of my car was in a snow drift along the driveway.  I couldn’t get out.  AAA had to come and pull me out.  Two or three days later I got stuck in the driveway again.  This time a nice young man who lived in the complex got me out.  It did snow several times during this period of time, but I couldn’t tell that they plowed that week.  Also, do you know how hard it is to walk up a snow covered parking lot at night in the dark?  Not easy.  It doesn’t stop there.  The sidewalks that I would have to walk from the parking lot to my apartment and vice-versa?  Completely covered.  They did not do any type of plowing until Friday.  This past Friday.  Almost three weeks later. And they also only did the flats.  They have never plowed the stairs in my memory.  It was plowed earlier this week…on Wednesday.  Thursday morning I found one of the residents out with his son using a garden shovel to clear the other sidewalk.  The area from the porch of my building to the main sidewalk was not plowed.

Remember how I got pulled out from the snow two Tuesdays ago?  It did some damage to the car. I knew that it messed up the alignment and I thought that was causing the noises the care was making.  I didn’t realize until I was driving home from work one Wednesday night that it was more than that. I stopped on my way because the car was making horrible noises and I didn’t know why. I was scared.  I had never heard those noises before. I checked the tires that I thought was causing the problem and saw nothing. I called Dad and he told me that I would be okay to go home but after a false start I checked all the tires.  The driver’s rear wheel was completely flat. Great. Another AAA call in one day over a week.  Same dispatcher.  *sigh*  Two new tires and an alignment on Friday and further alignment issues to be dealt with in three weeks.  Close to $400 because they couldn’t effectively plow the parking lot.

The neighbors aren’t very nice.  Loud R & B or Hip Hop music playing during the day so loud that I can hear it in my bedroom.  The same people who bitched at Tom and threatened him for playing the acoustic guitar on a Saturday afternoon while I was at work.  Laundry left in the basement laundry room for months and counting.  Children’s shoes in front of the door from the stairwell to the apartment doors.  I asked the woman across the hall to please have her children not leave them in front of the door.  She basically told me I could have moved them myself since I didn’t have groceries at the moment. I felt like giving her a piece of my mind and telling her that the next time I got home from work and found them I’d pound on her door then instead of doing it when we were both home and awake.  Or maybe I’ll just take the shoes and toss them out into the snow.

One night we found a used syringe outside the building.  It was over a month ago and it was the last straw.

I’ve given up on trying to get management to do anything.  The things that they said they’d address they do not.  They tell stories which aren’t true and don’t do the things that they say they will.  They do not call me when they say they will.  I’m sick of it.  Just sick of it. I cannot wait until we move out.