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Another Update:
They put us in collections after saying our file was lost and charged us double rent when we already paid. later to find out they affected my credit because of it. Long story short we've had to take this to lawyers. Since we moved out 3 years ago, I've have dealt with over 6 people at Dolce alone, that's how much of a turn over have for employees.
Update:
Upon returning our keys, a new gal informed me that my husband and my file to our apartment convienantly went missing on our move out date. The main manager lady has hung up on me, told me to leave the office because "we aren't going to solve anything" while yelling at me, (during a time of need when the 3rd floor of our apartment building was leaking for a week, that the water started puddling at the bottom of our unit in our carpet through the walls--- DONT MOVE INTO UNIT 1126). We had our outside closet taken over after management switched and they locked my belongings in the closet and changed the locks claiming, "you were never supposed to have that closet key", I had neighbors that would party until 5am, regardless if they were quiet, tip toed or not, you can hear anything with that piss poor insulation. It's such a bad community and they let basically anything that can breathe in to rent. Neighbors with 12 kids, 3 dogs cramped on a patio to shit eat and sleep day in, day out, yet they complained I couldn't have a patio cover because it was "tacky" yet there's a dishwasher on the patio of our next door building while the office remodels for 2 months. You'll see animal abuse, you'll see child abuse. It's ghetto, and the people in it are pretty miserable and terrible. I was threatened by a neighbors "friend" when she would kick him out, wasted and call the cops on him, he'd blame me, and say he was coming for me and my dog. Good luck going home to that every night, wondering if that's going to be outside your door. ANOTHER upstairs neighbor had a psycho girlfriend/sister, I honestly couldn't fucking tell you they were that fucking crazy, but she would be wasted, climb onto my back patio and bang on our sliding glass door to let her in that she lived there, called the cops on her 15 plus times and the managers in the office did nothing. She would be wasted and piss on my door, piss in front of my upstair neighbors door, which would leak down to our subterranean level, hang out by my car for me to leave and then she'd go up to the apartment when id go to work. And the dude would keep inviting her over, because she was there every night for 8 months until I screamed at the top of my lungs to the police and the previous office manager of the previous company that ran the place and then they were kicked out after 9 months of complaining. 9. Fucking. Months. If you want to put yourself through what felt like the movie district 9, be my guest apartment 1126 is your dream home. Roaches in bed and everywhere else. Even on the ceiling. Guests for days. Welfare families who let their kids litter all over any nice areas they have left in that place, and due to their negligence of upkeep and landscape, that isn't saying much, because there are like 3 patches of grass in the entire community that are full, luscious, decent and not covered in dog shit. Reminds me of the time when I'd get bags of dog shit near my door because people thought I wasn't cleaning after my dog. Really classy place and people eh? Again, dogs run loose, owners don't care even when I'd take their dog to the NSPCA since they'd leave it for hours to run around, or if they left it to use the restroom, and I'd knock on their door to let it back in. Shitty ass people dude. Everywhere. Very few neighbors we liked. I'd say 3. But let's be real they were all fucking weird, we just couldn't handle one more fucking issue with anyone.
First Review:
2nd cockroach in my bed this morning. First woke me up at 8am, on me... Not knowing what was on me the first reaction was to swipe it off, I put my phones flashlight on, and it was a roach that quickly scurried into the cracks of plaster (and everything else, because they don't fix anything here, EVER). I was texting my mother what happened laying in bed and paranoid as hell for 2 hours checking my surroundings. Couldn't sleep, went to feed my cat. Came back, flashlight on to find these pests on the floor, (woke up to 5 on the floor just this morning alone. Not including the two in my bed with me, this happens everyday. All day. And they aren't dead. And we bug spray) and low and behold there is another fucking cockroach wiggling it's legs in the air. TWO COCKROACHES IN MY BED IN THE SPAN OF 2 HOURS. You want this? Come on and move in, my neighbor that's been here a matter of weeks already has caught on and is leaving. 12 more days and my husband and I are bug free in our beds because we're getting the fuck out of this dump. Truly, it should be called "Dump By The Lakes".
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