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| - The Ogden is a great place to live if: a) You work for Zappos or b) You work for or are otherwise affiliated with Downtown Project. I fit neither of those categories so I didn't have a great time living there.
During our time here I had other residents ask me if I worked for Zappos or Downtown Project or if I knew Tony Hsieh or whatever. When I told them I didn't, the response was invariably the same: "Then why do you live here?" After a while, I began to wonder, too.
The building is very nice and clean. The units are spacious and well-appointed, and there are amenities like a nice pool and gym. Most of the concierges are pleasant and helpful. This is where the second star would come from if I was feeling generous, but I'm not. There is also a pet relief area outside but as is typical among apartment dwellers, many residents did not clean up after their dogs.
The HOA is obnoxious. We would get emails constantly announcing that this or that was no longer allowed- like how pets were only allowed in the freight elevator? What?
The typical resident is young and parties a lot. They all seemed to get along amongst themselves but for those unaffiliated with the scene revolving around Hsieh and Co., it is difficult to meet people and socialize. There is a residents' only mailing list that my husband asked to join... he was told he could not have that information. There is also a constant rotating stream of guests who use the building as a hotel. We had some on our floor for a while who kept leaving garbage outside their door instead of taking it to the trash chute, like a maid was going to come clean it up or something.
Finally, the security. The security guards here are universally awful and on a continuous power trip, but one in particular is just terrible: Jason. Say hi for me if you see him. Here's my favorite Jason encounter: My husband parked in the loading zone in the garage for a couple of minutes while he ran upstairs to get something and, you know, LOAD it into the car. Jason told me we could not park there and told me to move the car. I did not have the keys. I tried to explain this but he escalated the encounter and eventually threatened to have me arrested and removed *from the building I lived in.* (He knew us and knew we were residents.) On another occasion, while parked nearby, security told us to move because we couldn't park there... and then it turned out they wanted us to move so someone affiliated with a Downtown Project-backed business could park there instead. Classy.
Anyway, I hated living here. A lot of people like it and it's certainly the nicest place to live in downtown Vegas, but the culture of the building (Zappos dorm) is obnoxious, unless you're into that sort of thing. I probably would have liked living in Las Vegas a lot more if we'd just bought a house.
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