Cobra

Okay, first rant and I'm feeling pretty fucking pissed off about my current living situation so here we go...

I just moved back to Indiana about a year ago. I lived with the parents for a few months until I felt comfortable financially to get a place of my own. That day finally came right before Christmas of last year as I found a place just south of town in the suburbs. Excellent. That's where my housing nightmare began...

My first visit to the complex was flawless. I had picked out the unit I wanted and filled out the application. I was promised a unit by the end of the month as my fiancee was soon going to be out of a place as of the beginning of the year. All fine and good there.

Two days later I drop off the check for the deposit. When I did this, I was informed that they had given my apartment to someone else less than an hour before. I later found out that this person had turned in their application AFTER I had done so and they informed me when I turned in my application that there were "several" units available when there was only ONE. Asshats! "No problem," the manager assured me, "we'll have another one coming open soon." Alrighty then, we'll see if they can redeem themselves.

Sure enough, a few days later they called me. They were evicting a resident and they assured me that they would have the unit ready for move in by the end of the month. They made good on this promise, only they did a rush job on their "repairs." One of the closet handles literally fell off in my hand, the tub drips constantly, the bathroom door didn't close properly...ARGH!#@!#!

I have lived here for a total of 6 months...and they're the worst 6 months I've ever spent in an apartment. The dishwasher leaks (though they still to this day say there's 'nothing wrong'...), the water heater had to be replaced because it leaked EVERYWHERE, we've lost water on two occasions (once it was out for 24 hours...). Not to mention our downstairs neighbors are the WORST NEIGHBORS EVER. They blast their Spanish television during the day, constantly beat on the ceiling and/or walls, and claim that we had a "dog" in here. Our complaints to management about them warrant no more than a "we'll write a letter" response and my request to relocate was flatly denied.

Well, there's an out in our lease. If we're buying a house, we're out. Therefore, I'm buying a house. Ha. Take that, fuckers.