Anya's ceiling fell in this morning.
There's been a number of problems with this building ever since I moved in December of 2008. The main one is the door--the magnetized lock is easy to defy just by taping over the magnet, and there's an element in the building that just does not want the building to be secure. They are constantly breaking the lock. It's infuriating. Jason has tried to fix the lock and they've gotten worse--they literally rip out the wires. Immediately.
Another problem is the constant, disgusting litter. There are some real pigs in the building and they have no problem just dropping their potato chip bags, their banana peels, their Ensure cans, any old place. Klas-say! It's humiliating--I really don't want to live in a building with a bunch of pigs who litter. The thing is, Calvin also lives in Inwood just a few blocks away and I've been house-sitting--his building demographic is exactly the same as mine but that building is spotless. It's not about demographics, it's not about poor people or whatever. It's about pigs who can't be bothered to pick up after themselves. Jason had me put up signs warning people not to litter and some thug-ass loser ripped up the signs and left the pieces on the floor. Stay klassy, pigs!
Anya's ceiling has been leaking whenever it rained hard (as far as I know, this didn't happen when Lori was there) and one of Jason's contractors (all of them, without fail, do a half-assed job. Everything's tilted or not quite finished or something) has been literally just painting over the problem. So this morning the ceiling just caved in. So now there's a huge hole over the window--you can look up into the structure of the ceiling and see that they didn't really fix it. She's very upset. I told her to take pictures and urged her to ask for a rent abatement. Lori told me that Jason should move us to a nicer building for the same rent, although at this point I don't really want him as a landlord, as nice as he can be. He just doesn't care enough which is odd since I know he really wants to keep us as tenants. When I moved in he put in a new closet in my room (without my asking for it) and he's asked us to refer his building. Jason, if you want middle-class tenants you have to keep the place clean and PAINT it. It has to look decent, and secure.
GOD. SO SICK OF THIS SHIT. So, so sick of all this.
I have no idea why I have such colossally terrible housing luck. I pay my rent on time, my credit is good--why can't I just find a decent building I can afford, with a lock that works and no littering pigs, in a decent neighborhood?
So yeah, I'll almost certainly be looking to move AGAIN at some point soon.
There's been a number of problems with this building ever since I moved in December of 2008. The main one is the door--the magnetized lock is easy to defy just by taping over the magnet, and there's an element in the building that just does not want the building to be secure. They are constantly breaking the lock. It's infuriating. Jason has tried to fix the lock and they've gotten worse--they literally rip out the wires. Immediately.
Another problem is the constant, disgusting litter. There are some real pigs in the building and they have no problem just dropping their potato chip bags, their banana peels, their Ensure cans, any old place. Klas-say! It's humiliating--I really don't want to live in a building with a bunch of pigs who litter. The thing is, Calvin also lives in Inwood just a few blocks away and I've been house-sitting--his building demographic is exactly the same as mine but that building is spotless. It's not about demographics, it's not about poor people or whatever. It's about pigs who can't be bothered to pick up after themselves. Jason had me put up signs warning people not to litter and some thug-ass loser ripped up the signs and left the pieces on the floor. Stay klassy, pigs!
Anya's ceiling has been leaking whenever it rained hard (as far as I know, this didn't happen when Lori was there) and one of Jason's contractors (all of them, without fail, do a half-assed job. Everything's tilted or not quite finished or something) has been literally just painting over the problem. So this morning the ceiling just caved in. So now there's a huge hole over the window--you can look up into the structure of the ceiling and see that they didn't really fix it. She's very upset. I told her to take pictures and urged her to ask for a rent abatement. Lori told me that Jason should move us to a nicer building for the same rent, although at this point I don't really want him as a landlord, as nice as he can be. He just doesn't care enough which is odd since I know he really wants to keep us as tenants. When I moved in he put in a new closet in my room (without my asking for it) and he's asked us to refer his building. Jason, if you want middle-class tenants you have to keep the place clean and PAINT it. It has to look decent, and secure.
GOD. SO SICK OF THIS SHIT. So, so sick of all this.
I have no idea why I have such colossally terrible housing luck. I pay my rent on time, my credit is good--why can't I just find a decent building I can afford, with a lock that works and no littering pigs, in a decent neighborhood?
So yeah, I'll almost certainly be looking to move AGAIN at some point soon.
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Date: 2010-05-05 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-05 09:39 pm (UTC)That said, if I knew I would end up with an apartment I like (clean, decent landlord, no pigs), I would pay the one-time fee, gladly. I'll look into it--can you recommend someone in Manhattan? Someone who doesn't mind finding apartments for non-rich people?
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Date: 2010-05-05 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-05 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-06 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-06 12:26 am (UTC)If you want Hoboken I can recommend a couple (one is even - if you can believe it - an attractive female Star Trek geek).
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Date: 2010-05-06 05:16 pm (UTC)