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| - Oh, this place. I've been back and forth for weeks about this review- should I post this under my real name, 1 star or 2, how detailed I should be... but a hilarious event occurred here today that makes me think I just have to post a review to save others. I know this is going to be long but I'll try to stick to the basic issues.
In summary: incredibly loud trashy neighbors, old, shoddy maintenance, pest problems, management doesn't do anything, shiesty drug dealer.
First, the good things: Parking is ample. The floor plans are open and nice (actual construction not so nice). The location is decent. The postwoman is friendly and competent.
Neighbors: I'm in phase 1. This may be the first problem. Lots of families with kids and lots of lower income 20-something roommates. All the kids ride around on bicycles in the parking lot, they scream and cry and call each others' moms whores like I guess all kids do. They also throw rocks at each other. Except they have crap aim and end up hitting cars. Between this, them climbing on cars to get on top of the parking covering, and the people that set off their alarms whenever they get into their own car, you hear a lot of car alarms. You also get to hear a sampling of the music people like to listen to in their cars, as it seems every night there are at least two or three people blasting it as they sit in their car waiting for someone to come out. Finally, you get to hear arguments. This one is fun. In 4 months, 3 couples have had screaming break-ups outside my bedroom window. At least 2 different couples. It's kinda funny and kinda really not. These sounds are of course a bonus to all the regular inside-sounds you hear in an apartment. If you like knowing your neighbor's bathroom schedule, Laguna will not disappoint.
Maintenance and Construction: I wouldn't be surprised to know this place was once nice, but it isn't so much anymore. When we moved in we put together a list of 14 items either broken or missing. No screens, molding missing on some walls but not others, broken vents, paneling that falls off everytime you open the dishwasher... it went on. After calling every day for 3 days (the magic number of days, by the way, I haven't had anything fixed that I've only called once or twice about) someone will come and fix it and it's a 50-50 shot they don't cause something else. The guy that fixed the dishwasher just wedged in the panel so the dishwasher door wouldn't close correctly and water leaked in use. Fixing a leaky shower head means that the hot and cold are now switched somehow in that shower. A lot of things are still wrong- I'm waiting for a pot to slip off the stove burners that won't sit evenly- but i just don't have the time or patience to get them fixed.
Roaches and Silverfish: Never saw either before moving here, although I will also submit that I've probably never lived anywhere warm enough, urban enough, or low enough in altitude either. That said, they still skeev me out and I hate the idea that I'm living somewhere unhygienic. I've had the pest control come and he said there's absolutely no way the roaches are in my apartment and if I'm seeing them they're exploring from another unit. I explained this to management but nothing's been done and I still see them once in awhile (maybe one a week, kitchen only).
Management: They're so nice! I love them! I'd seriously love to work with them or get a drink with them. But they're shit for mgmt. They are always very interested in your issues and they talk a big game but don't expect any results.
Drug Dealer: Okay, this was the ridiculous event today. A guy in a Firebird (?) pulls up in front of my apartment, blasting music and sits in his car a few minutes. I'm sitting at my desk and he's right under my window. He gets out and starts pacing around the parking lot, talking loudly on his phone and looking around all paranoid. I'm still only interested because he's next to my car. I look over a few minutes later and he's pulling stuff out from his passenger side and putting it on top of the car- some janitor-style keys, a small paper bag, and then- wth?- something in a small black case I'm pretty sure is a handgun, and finally a HUGE stack of bills- definitely more than an inch thick and I can plainly see Benjamin Franklin looking up at me. Okay, now I'm interested. He makes a big show of looking around and walks off (Hi! Look up!). I'm intrigued enough to note the direction and go out to the balcony but I don't know where he went. Pretty sure not my building, probably the building just north of mine. He comes back maybe 20 minutes later and has 2 ziplock bags of something pale and lumpy and his wad of money is thinner. He pulls out and seconds later, mgt drives by in a golf cart with a cute elderly asian couple as prospective tenants. LMFAO.
PS 2 car alarms went off as I wrote this.
PSS I just walked into the kitchen after writing this and a roach ran across the floor.
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