Partenza on Highland

We love living here! It’s almost like living at a resort. Fantastic extremely heated winter pool. Clean and well kept complex. Quiet and private feeling from thick walls and single-​level homes — no one upstairs or downstairs. Very nice and accommodating on-​site manager, Renee. We had two small plumbing problems and they were immediately fixed in less than 8 hrs. If you’re cool, come be our neighbors!

I’ve lived here for 6 months, and have encountered 3 apartment floods, and a very slow-​responding management. It usually takes several calls and e-​mails to get someone to finally return our calls. During each flood, urine and feces from our neighbor backed up into our tub.
I am looking forward to lease-​end.

Have you ever met a girl or guy who you thought was really hot under the blue lights of the club. She’s all decked out in her stripper garb, giving you a lap dance, grabbing playfully at your naughty bits, telling you there’s a lot more if you two just go back to your place. Mind you, as soon as you get her out of the strip club, you find out she’s a midget, with dentures, wearing a hair piece, and is bi-​polar.
That’s what happened to me over the last 8 months living here. When I first moved in everything was great. Then, like taking home a stripper with herpes, everything went so hell in a hand basket with enough exposure.
Things here are getting ghetto. Broken down cars in the parking lot. The «fitness» room’s equipment get’s «broken» for three months at a time. Someone has now taken to tagging the coke machine. The office has gone through 4 managers in 8 months, including one of the most downright disrespectful and insulting women I have ever met in my time on this green earth.
Then there is the plumbing… Its now backed up into my bathtub and only shower some five times now. Last time they snaked the property it didn’t work, only to have to come back some five days of poop and laundry soap in my tub to figure out that someone had flushed a thong down their toilet. Mind you, this first attempt was tried on a Saturday, and when low and behold on Sunday it didn’t work, the office had «forgotten» to turn on the answering machine so we might be able to call in a major problem.
The only, ONLY shining star in this toilet bowl of stripper glitter colored diarrhea has been George, the head, and only, service guy for the complex. If something goes wrong, and he’s around, it gets fixed that day.
All and all, I am getting my ass outta here in August when my lease is up. Between the fact that they’re no longer checking for prior felonies or for probation status, and the constant fear of having my feet tickled by my neighbor’s cat turds they flushed down when I am taking a shower, I am done here.