I just spent the last year living at the Woodhawk club, who apparently considers themselves to be providing ""luxury living."" First off, I was not permitted to see my apartment before the day I was moving in. That should have been my first clue. The first things I saw when I arrived were stains on the very old carpeting, strange splash stains on the walls, and gouges in walls and counters around the apartment. The first day of moving in, I decided to do a load of laundry while we ran to grab some things we needed to clean the apartment (that should have already been cleaned). We returned to a flooded apartment. The washer and drier were apparently swapped from their original positions for some reason, and the hose to the washer gushed water out all over the place for over 40 minutes while we were gone. When someone came to help - after several calls to an emergency line that no one was answering (to this day I don't know how they found out there was a problem) they figured out what happened and also noted that the drier vent hose was simply blowing into the space between the walls. Lovely. The door to the kitchen ""pantry"" fell off repeatedly and spent most of its days just propped up against a wall because we got tired of trying to fix it or waiting for someone to come. The dishwasher door was also faulty, just falling completely out as soon as the latch was lifted. Ever have a dishwasher door fall into your legs? It's heavy. It hurts. We also had to listen to every single step the person above us took, day and night. It was like there was zero insulation between his floor and our ceiling. Just pound, pound, pound, day in and day out. This place was build so poorly. The owner lives out of state, and there's a new face in the main office every few months. Then there are the nasty letters that the office puts on everyone's door from time to time. Even if it has nothing to do with you, you get a rude, threatening letter from the ""office"" that they are going to ""throw trash into your apartment"" if they see it on your balcony, or that they will be charging you something like $25 for not using the dumpster compactor, and I believe the fine went up increasingly after the first offense. And who can forget the MONTHS of driving up the pot hole filled driveway past the overflowed dumpster. I don't know what the problem was with that, why they had a dumpster sitting outside of the dumpster shed, with mounds and mounds of garbage everywhere for weeks on end, but it was rather ironic after all of the threatening letters to tenants about garbage on their balconies and such. I have to say, I didn't notice garbage on anyone's balcony, but I definitely noticed that the driveway to my home looked like the driveway to a landfill. And after the rape situation, they scurried to replace the burned out lights in all the lamps in the neighborhood. Too bad it took someone being raped to get that job done. Luxury, I think not. Tolerable if you have no other option for a short time, I guess.
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