Since I moved in here, I've had a shite-tastic parking spot in the garage. Jen has seen it - it's next to a wall on one side with a fucking support poll a few feet behind it. Getting in and out, even with my teeny little compact car, is a royal pain in the arse. So since day one, I've been asking to switch to another spot. I've spoken to at least 4 people about 7 times and they kept telling me they had to speak to the manager. So I just went in to drop off my rent and I asked again - and this time spoke to the manager.
She explained that the spot is assigned to the apartment and she wouldn't change it. I asked if all the apartments in the building were rented, and she said no, but she wasn't willing to switch it because then someone who moves in would have the same issue.
My response: So it's acceptable for ME to have this problem, but not some mythical future tenant?
Her response to that was to say that she was sorry it bothered me but she couldn't do anything at this time.
I thanked her for showing me just how valued I was as a tenant and I left.
That plus the leaking fridge, leaking dishwasher, and living next to the world's loudest metal gate that people like to use at 3 am have made me so fucking UNTHRILLED with this place that I just want to scream. I normally don't like making a scene in public, but I seriously hope that some of the people that were in the office when I was talking to her started to reconsider living here.
I'm now considering writing a letter to the corporate headquarters about this, but it'd probably be a waste of time and a fucking stamp. MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!