This should be a much better place to live. It's in a great location, close to Columbia, right beside Granby Park and near USC and the Vista. But that's now part of the problem with the new baseball stadium that went in right next door. Getting home is next to holy hell when a game is going on. You have to go through check points to prove that you're a resident and then you have to deal with added traffic and foot traffic.

Also, keep in mind that you live right beside two railroad tracks and real close to two rock quarries, one of which uses dynamite to loosen the rock. You will often come home from work and find your pictures all suddenly leaning one way or the other. We live within eye sigh of the railroad tracks and they are NOT that loud for us.

None of this really bothers me though. It's the morons running the place that ruin it for me. Let me explain. It's often that a maintenance man will come by and I'll have forgotten why we need one. Why' Because it's been more than a month since we put in our work order and we've learned to live with the problem. To say they don't jump right on the problem is a vast understatement.

When they actually do come to address the problem, we are often left wanting more. Such as competence. Last summer, our air conditioner almost never stopped TRYING to put out cool air. Trying, as in not doing it, but it was running the electric bill up trying. The "maintenance man" came out, changed the filters and that was that. Except that it wasn t the air filter causing he problem. So he came back out and looked at it again. Then he deduced that there actually wasn t problem with their conditioner. See, he said, the AC can only keep the apartment twenty degrees cooler than outside.

He actually said that. It was almost a hundred that day meaning the apartment was near 80 degrees and, guess what, nothing wrong with the AC. Never mind that the previous summer the AC worked fine for several hundred degree days in a row. The problem "fixed" itself in September when it stopped getting to 90 degrees.

The building we live in has a problem with kids running through the breezeways. The breezeways are made of wood so when one kid, much more three or four, runs through, you hear it and feel it through the apartments. We often complain about this and the morons in the office tell us to call the police when it happens. As if the police have nothing better to do.

We do allegedly have an officer who lives on site. But, of course, most times when we need him, he's at work or isn't around to speak with us. Meaning we have kids running through the breezeway causing ruckus.

One time, I came home after work and found a group of kids in the breezeway. As I walked down the hall to get to the steps to lead to my apartment, one of the brats threw a firecracker at me that ran alongside the hall and went off. After I screamed at them, yelled and fussed and ran them off, I called the police and filled out a report. Because the LEO for some reason didn't want to put in the report that I could ID the kid, the morons in the front office said there was nothing they could do about it, even though we were able to tell them which apartment the kid was in, what he looked like and his name. (He was staying with a family member for a few days, it turned out.)

Once again, the fine folk at the Rapids didn't want to do their job and the kid got away with what could have turned out to be very unfortunate for him and me, throwing a lit firework in such a closed off area.

The lights in the breezeway are often burned out and it takes forever for the "management" to send a "maintenance man" to fix the problem. This is troubling since the outside lights don't shine in and it's often very dark through there.

Again, the "management" leaves a lot to be desired. A few months ago, they sent out a notice the day before they were going to "work" on the parking lot and that we needed to make sure we did not leave our cars in two certain areas. So when I came home from work that night, I parked way out of everyone's way, including my own, just to be sure there were no misunderstandings.

So I came out to go to work the next morning and my car was gone. I went to the office and asked where it was. They told me I had obviously parked where I had been told not to. I explained through gritted teeth that no, I did not. I was fuming. They told me who to call and pay and where I could pick my car up.

Here's the thing. I did not park in the area where they were working. In fact, the place I had parked was not getting worked on that day and was not in between the yellow tape they had put up to keep folks from parking where they shouldn t. I told them they were going to pay for me to pick my car up and they said, no, they weren't. Only after I tracked down their corporate office, which happens to be in Colombia, did they pay for me to get my car back.

It's hard to illustrate their kind of stupidity. It's not overt most of the time. It almost seems to be that they think they don't have to be nice to you after you've signed the lease. It should be mentioned that the work they were doing on the parking lot was, well, cosmetic. They claimed they were repaving it. What they actually did was to fill in a few pot holes here and there and then PAINT THE PARKING LOT black. Maybe that is overtly stupidity, come to think about it.

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