So, here's some shit. I'll try to explain it the best I can.
I picked up the keys to my new apartment this afternoon. I leased it sight unseen, because I procrastinated looking for one and was just desperate to find a one bedroom near campus, and this was my only option that was under $1,500 a month.
So I answered the Craigslist ad about a month ago, and found out it was listed by one of the gigantic, monolithic property management companies in town. Anyone in college knows what I'm talking about.
The guy informs me that the one bedroom I was interested in was located at a complex they recently purchased out of foreclosure that contained only three and four bedroom units. They recently converted the onsite leasing and management office for the complex into a one bedroom unit, and this was the one I would be living in. I was assured everything was brand new, and that it was a good deal with everything I needed. I agreed and signed the lease.
Fast forward to today. I pick up the keys and head over there. I'm greeted by a sign in the parking garage right up front that says "OFFICE PARKING ONLY". I was told that this is my designated spot, and park my UHaul.
I walk toward the sign that says "OFFICE", and turn the corner, thinking surely that they wouldn't have left that particular sign up after they converted it into an apartment.
They did.
I begin unloading my things. About 20 minutes in, a confused guy pokes his head into the apartment. He tells me that he's there to drop-off some keys. I tell him that this is no longer an office, and direct him to the real leasing office across town. Apologetic and slightly embarrassed, he leaves.
As I'm laying down my final boxes, a qt girl knocks on the door. I was hoping she was there to welcome me to the neighborhood, but when I opened the door, she hits me over the head with "Hi, I need to submit a maintenance request."
Keep in mind, this was in ONE HOUR in early July when nobody was there. I can't wait until August when the kids get back and the place fills up. Before I left for the day, I checked the mailbox. It was filled to the brim with commercial junk mail like catalogs for janitorial supplies addressed to the previous owner of the complex.
On the plus side, the apartment is really fucking nice.
I'll keep you guys updated. I'm thinking of playing it like Kramer when he gets confused with MoviePhone.