We’ve emailed the housing company we’ve been assigned to and requested that we be moved to another apartment complex. The first few weeks I was here, I thought, “Eh, this isn’t bad.” Yes, my husband had to move in, then move out for another night because the AC was broken, then move back in, yes, I had to call to have the kitchen sink unclogged. Twice now. Yes, I’ve had to call the front office to request that someone tell the apartment below me to turn down his bass heavy music. (Or how about just turning down the bass)? Yes, I’ve stepped in shit outside because someone didn’t clean up after their dog, yes there have been moments when a washer or dryer wasn’t available (during the workweek no less), yes there have been a few times when people have had pool parties and carried on like it was the Playboy Mansion. Yes, the carpets are filthy inside and out in the hallways and the insides of the apartments need to be completely renovated. Yes the toilets don’t always flush the first time, or the seventh time. And yes, there was a drunk naked guy sleeping in the hallway a week or so ago.
But I was rolling with it. Until last night. Yesterday the heavy thumping and reverberating started at about 1:00 or 1:30pm. I called the front office twice between then and 5:00 when the office closed. The music stopped a couple times, while maybe the Fratties went to go get some more beer. Then it would start up again. Thumpthumpthumpthump….thumpthump…thump. From 5pm to 11:00pm I called after-hours security three times requesting that they get them to turn down the bass. I was very specific each time, saying that it isn’t the music, if they could just please turn down the bass level. Finally at 11:30 I hear some guys yelling below me, some rumbling, then the music turned off.
This morning Husband took the dogs out when he woke up and beside the elevator on the floor? Dried blood. A small pool of it with drips leading away. In the last week and a half we’ve had three different people knock on our door soliciting. It’s no wonder considering the Fratties prop open the doors that keep strangers out of the building all day and all night. Every time I take the dogs out to do their business, I’m going over to some door and kicking away a gas can or a rock and making sure the door locks.
There are other issues, but you get the idea. Asking for a move to a different apartment is risky because they could place us in something smaller. But do you see how that’s really the only possible draw back? They also might place us in a place that has a washer/dryer, that is quiet, that has clean carpet, that has a kitchen sink that doesn’t back up every other week, that isn’t like living in a frat house. So I’m willing to take that chance. Here’s hoping.
Oh, by the way, if you’re thinking of a move to San Diego, well, I would not even visit Padre Gardens. Yes, the rent at Padre Gardens is cheaper (says many of the reviewers online) and the apartments are spacious, but, but, but…
