All Was NOT As Planned

After months of waiting, we finally got the keys to our new apartment yesterday. Josh and I were pretty excited about it. We've had all this time to plan the colors we wanted to paint and talk about the look we wanted for each room. We imagined ourselves walking to the corner grocery store, sitting down for a chat at the cozy little coffee shop and walking a block down to the lake to watch the water and relax.

Unfortunately, things often don't go as planned.

When we got to the apartment today, the first thing we noticed was that there was only one, very small, parking space left available. We had been promised, and had written into the lease, two parking spaces. Then as we walked up to the front door we noticed that the lovely front porch was filled with THREE broken, ugly, ripped up couches that didn't even deserve a ride to the dump. They deserved to be set on fire immediately. There were empty coffee cups on a make-shift coffee table covered in dirt and cigarette ashes. A dead plant hung from the ceiling. A very, very bad start.

The vestibule, which had merely dirty before was packed with JUNK. There is no other way to describe the crap that lay all over the place. Our apartment was no better. The pantry and back room was still filled with crap from the previous renter. The property management company claimed they cleaned. Um, no you didn't you lying sacks of poo! There were things in the fridge and the freezer door was STICKY! I'm not even ready to start discussing the bathroom.

Thinking that some of our complaints were easily fixable, Josh went upstairs to talk to our new neighbors and see if we could work together to get the Vestibule and front porch cleaned off. Except, THE PIECE OF CRAP COUCHES ARE THEIRS! AND THEY LIKE THEM!

Josh is going to the property management company tomorrow with our complaints. Can anything be done? Not sure, but we sure as hell aren't paying as much as we are to live in a garbage heap!