Apartment Drama Update

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It’s so funny my brother-in-law asked me why I wasn’t more forceful with management to hardwire my smoke alarms (because if they don’t by Tuesday I’ll have to move). I said, “Forceful enough?! I can’t REACH anyone!” So it’s been almost three weeks and no one answers the phone (nor is there a way to leave a message), is in the office (it’s dark and locked), and no one answers the texts. I did, last week, manage to catch a lady who worked at a sister apartment complex who did put in a work request for me, but haven’t been able to talk to anyone since. Today something happened. The texting number no one answers sent out a text alert. A new lady named Becki will be our new manager starting June 16th, and will be in office to start getting to everyone’s problems. So, what are the odds of getting the maintenance man in my apartment Monday to have them hardwired by Tuesday? Little to none. I can’t even reach the housing inspector to keep her updated. She won’t return my call. Pictured is my front door. They put a door way too small in the frame. To fix the problem of rain, wind, and dirt from coming through the gap, they drilled foam into the door. Housing wants the foam drilled in “better”. They’re supposed to do that too, but it’s better than when they had no foam. Rain would blow in and wet the entryway. The night of my mother’s funeral my whole entryway flooded.