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I moved into their Reeves Complex apartment expecting a nice, clean living environment. I got anything but.
Within weeks of moving in, it became evident that the owner refused to pay to replace the padding underneath the carpeting, so all sorts of gross stains/spots started coming up from below. Then, various pieces of plaster/drywall started cracking on the bathroom walls. And we found mold on the window sill in the bathroom. None of my requests to replace these things were ever heeded.
Since day one, I had been bugging the building manager to give me the names/phone numbers of the various utility companies that service the Beverly Hills area. He took his time. The power had been on since I moved in, but I figured that I could notify the power company of my move-in date retroactively. Too late, a week after living there, I got a call from ""Joanne"" in the corporate office who flat out accused me of trying to steal from their company. You just approved me with a 750+ credit score. I have no reason to steal $50 worth of power from your company, ma'am. Each time I spoke with someone from that office, with one main exception, they came across as nasty, arrogant or condescending. I'd rather deal with the worst staffer at the DMV than deal with the staff at Four Corners Investment Company. What an unhappy place to work.
Then the cool original manager left, and we got a man who might have been 87 years old. He had just gotten out of a 2 month long coma when they hired him. Not exactly the best move.This man was similarly nasty, mean and had about one tooth. He also had an odd penchant for southwest style art, Marlboro Reds and regular Budweiser.
For the next two years, there was a cavalcade of managers each with their own quirks. Most of whom were warm and friendly. Unfortunately, they wielded no control over repairs or refurbishments. Everything had to go through the crack squad of savvy motivated personal in the corporate office, or the owner, Matt.
The owner refused to refurbish anything in my apartment (the 1970s called - they'd like their kitchen back) and ignored my requests to fix a moldy window sill for months.
The final straw came when everybody in the building started to move out because of the dreadful living environment, dated appliances and ghetto looking common spaces. I was paying a small fortune in rent, yet apartments larger than mine were leasing for less. After notifying them of my plans to leave, they made to effort to lower my rent or to strike a deal, as most landlords would do.
I gave them thirty days notice, but moved out two days into the notice. I made it clear I'd be happy to pay for the remaining 28 days. So let's say I gave notice on the 10th, I should have paid from the 10th of that month, to the 10th of the following month. Alas, I got a bill for those thirty days, PLUS the remaining twenty of the following month. An ""insufficient notice penalty."" Completely illegal and dishonest. I called the office to notify them but was told since I'm no longer a tenant, they didn't wish to speak with me anymore. They can go to hell.
I would HIGHLY advise living elsewhere. If, for whatever reason, you are forced to move in there, make sure you become friends with the little old lady in the penthouse. She's a doll.
Pros: Great location (Reeves Drive - Beverly Hills)
Cons: Too many to name.
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