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Neglectful landlords suck
Jul. 20th, 2008 06:29 pmWhen we first signed the lease, things were pretty good in the townhome. If something wasn't working right, the maintenance guys would be there right away to fix it. Even when this included doing bizarre things to the front door so that it would open and close regardless of temperature or humidity, it didn't take more than a couple hours for someone to come help.
Then the company got sold to a new management group.
At first it didn't seem like too big of a deal. Then last winter happened and we didn't get our driveway plowed with the frequency or promptness of the previous winter. Then a storm knocked down one of the porch dividers and hasn't been addressed.
Now we're melting because the sole A/C unit in the place has decided that it doesn't really need to turn on.
We have a couple huge fans that do a good job of moving air around, but I can't hear myself think. The whole house is a Pants-Free Zone, which doesn't seem to bother Downwood. He's also not bothered when I decide it's too hot to wear a shirt, either. If I didn't know that he handles heat worse than I do (Male Inner Furnace Syndrome), I'd suspect sabotage on the A/C just to make me not wear clothes ever.
The greyhound has even decided that it's too hot for dogs, so we go for a walk just long enough for her to do her business, then she drags us back home so she can lay in front of the fan.
Bleah. If the landlords would at least acknowledge that they got the call and they're sending someone out to fix the A/C this week, that would be enough. Instead, they just sit in their nicely cooled office, count our money, and joke about how they don't have to do work anymore.
Then the company got sold to a new management group.
At first it didn't seem like too big of a deal. Then last winter happened and we didn't get our driveway plowed with the frequency or promptness of the previous winter. Then a storm knocked down one of the porch dividers and hasn't been addressed.
Now we're melting because the sole A/C unit in the place has decided that it doesn't really need to turn on.
We have a couple huge fans that do a good job of moving air around, but I can't hear myself think. The whole house is a Pants-Free Zone, which doesn't seem to bother Downwood. He's also not bothered when I decide it's too hot to wear a shirt, either. If I didn't know that he handles heat worse than I do (Male Inner Furnace Syndrome), I'd suspect sabotage on the A/C just to make me not wear clothes ever.
The greyhound has even decided that it's too hot for dogs, so we go for a walk just long enough for her to do her business, then she drags us back home so she can lay in front of the fan.
Bleah. If the landlords would at least acknowledge that they got the call and they're sending someone out to fix the A/C this week, that would be enough. Instead, they just sit in their nicely cooled office, count our money, and joke about how they don't have to do work anymore.
