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| - I'm going to try to be as diplomatic as I can but I've been gone from this place for almost two months and my previous reviews are being harassed with private messages, plus I've had time to think with a clear mind but just having to do that makes me realize how bad it was. I barely scratched the surface with the plethora of problems I encountered while living here in my previous reviews. From the smallest details all the way to thefts, vandalism, negligence to handle issues the management is legally liable for, and downright argumentative staff ranging from the angry maintenance workers all the way to the corporate level. I felt like I was living back in the bad part of long beach just without the beach nearby or the people I know there.
Although it may be entertaining to read the problems I've had while living here because there were plenty of them and they were becoming so bizarre that I couldn't even go home without my stress levels to skyrocket, I will refrain from writing as much as I can. There were some people living here that I thought were nice and there was one girl in the office that was most of the time very good to me, Christina, but unfortunately, the issues in general were becoming more serious then something a smile could sooth. She must've been doing good, though, because every other office member disappeared while I was living here except for her. But, the corporate staff (the ones employing her) knew me just from my voice when I called because they were becoming my goto for handling more serious issues, except, they were no better then the other bad staff. It seemed like their frame of mind was that it wasn't their job, it was the on-site staffs job so they didn't want to be bothered. Maybe true but one little detail missing was the actual problem that I was calling about in the first place was never handled because the on-site staff would never do anything.
The corporate staff seemed to start a protocol for dealing with my calls that would basically try to get me to describe the problem and once I did, they would tell me that it was the on-site management's problem to deal with. The calls would always end with me telling them that I know but I wouldn't be calling corporate if it was handled correctly in the first place. For something serious like having my i.d. and passport stolen from my place, my car being vandalised with malicious intent, their own security guard threatening me with violence at my front door all because of a misunderstanding on his part, my mailbox being broken into constantly from the lack of security, one of the maintenance that couldn't speak English very well trying to joke with me about doing his work because it was near my door....for weeks, the gardeners that also damaged my car while cleaning up scraps in the lot, and even their own maintenance staff threatening me after calling him when the trinity security company gave me his number by accident, that those things shouldn't take a month for the on-site manager to get back to me on...and that's just some of the things near the end of my tenancy here.
These issues don't even touch the other issues that are probably more common like the top floor unit I lived in which seemed to have a very outdated air conditioning unit which made it near impossible to sleep in my room. I'm not even exaggerating when I tell you my entire room would shake like a small California earthquake every single night when the contraption would either shut off or start up. I even tried sleeping in the living room and that worked for awhile until a neighbor moved in that sounded like he tortured his dog and would leave it there by itself for extended periods of time causing it to jump up against the door and cry which would also somehow cause the apartment to shake from the impact of it's bashing against the large front doors. My neighbors across the hall must've been making porn movies because they were also so loud and they could never hear the dog.
So many building code violations like the mail room not being properly secured including the access door to the box itself. The elevators that would trap people inside and were never clean in spite of cleaning girls that would spray stuff inside but for months there was dried phlegm near the buttons in one. The laundry rooms that were always getting broken into from random people that I've even caught myself trying to take peoples clothes out of.
But, somehow, the owner has money to remodel the front of the building...which took an extremely long time for the workers to complete.
Needless to say, the trauma from living here will no doubt be long lasting. It's a cross between living in the slums with a 'stuck in a prison' type feeling to being the convenient place for homeless or drug dealers or prostitutes or drunk people walking from the strip to crash at.
I don't know how the address isn't "5150 Nowhere Near Paradise Road, Street Prison, NV"
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