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| - Things have gotten pretty bad around here, and I've noticed this not just because of the trail of dried blood that becomes a puddle in front of my neighbor's front door from that evening he was pistol-whipped during a mugging in our parking lot. They say head wounds bleed a lot. I am reminded of this as I step over it every day.
No, it was clear once the new owners took over that they were going to be thoroughly incompetent, beyond the dubious new surcharges on paying rent, because, from the moment they took ownership, the entire complex was left in absolute darkness for three days. This was a stark contrast from the previous management, which was wonderful, and who installed lovely lights to help drive down the usual rash of burglaries and home invasions that go on here. So, being in pitch black darkness was doubly uncomfortable during the transition because needing a flashlight to see the pavement is bad, but knowing that you're an easy target doubles the sense of dread. We also used to have security. Those were better days. Then there was the lovely landscaping. It was lush.
We had an avenue of beautiful, healthy, mature trees that really helped create a sense of peace and well-being when returning home from work, but this new group went and chopped several of them down. Later on, they found the diseased tree and cut it down, proceeding immediately to trimming the branches on the rest of them. Guess what? Diseases spread. Now we have a row of diseased trees slowly dying. Hasn't the chainsaw-wielding idiot ever thought about what business he's in? The most wonderful of the trees fought hard against this illness, but now that they've decided to do yet another trim of branches, most of these gorgeous specimens are mere sticks - large phallic spikes with a tiny spray of foliage just at the tips. I know my tree won't survive this. It takes my breath away to see how horrendous this, my most favorite tree, has been chopped and sabotaged. Predictably, they only chopped off the healthy limbs this last round. It's revoltingly vile to see it suffer and die when just a few months ago it was full, lush, and glowed. Are we supposed to not notice fewer trees left standing every week? The landscape was the selling point of this decrepit place. If only management would spend some of that destructive energy on emptying dog waste disposal baskets or replenishing the little baggies that encourage dog owners to do their duty. That overflowing pile of crap isn't going to take care of itself.
Home invasions, I mean inspections, are up with this militant group of short men. One of the most memorable was a few inspections ago (was that last week?), when they flung open our front door without knocking, which shocked my husband, marched all over our home, and throwing open the bathroom door in the same manner while I was using it, which shocked me. No apologies or hesitation, of course, they just pushed on with their very important business of putting a low-flow faucet adapter on the sink while I was still in there. Allow me to reiterate?: They did this little task while I was still in the bathroom. The impression I was meant to have was that my existence in my home was a nuisance? to them. I wondered if they really wanted us to move after a decade of paying the annually-increasing rent on time. Probably. They left a trail of filth on the floors behind them, and a prescription foot cream was employed to deal with the fungus/parasite they left in their wake.
Now that we have new management, we have new maintenance. They were nice enough, but they don't respond as quickly as the last team. It will take a bit more than a ?week and a couple of attempts to get a garbage disposal working, for example. This is after a week of convincing management that we do, indeed, need the use of our kitchen sink. They also completely ignore repairs they don't deem as emergencies. Things like a light switch not working. Things break. We just have to live with that. Forever.
So, rents are up, inspections are up, fees are new, crime is up, trees are downed, dog refuse is up, insects are abundant (including bark scorpions), general grounds keeping consists solely of a very measured and steady destruction of once vibrant trees and the occasional? hacking at shrubs, maintenance has its own priorities (I heard they all quit at once), and I wish they would just sell it again to someone who actually wants to own what used to be a very nice place to live. The mature landscaping, however, won't return. This transient ownership has forever ruined my home.
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