Been living in the same off-campus housing for 3 years now (student only but not owned/run by the university), and had never had problems until recently when the two best managers left for better positions.
Now the office is run by the most disorganized, feeble minded buffoons known to man.
My story:
I have a leak in my bathroom ceiling. Not big, but enough to make the floor wet every time I come in.
I put a bucket under the leak to catch the water.
I've called the office 6 times in 2 weeks to come look at it. Every time, the same response "Yeah, we'll send a guy out today." Nope, no show.
So finally I give them an ultimatum - to fix it NOW or I get *my* guy to look at it and deduct it from the rent. That got someone out there real quick -- "45 minutes" they said -- that is, if you consider 45 minutes to be 3 hours.
I get a voicemail later on from the management: "Our tech arrived and couldn't find a leak. Could you be more specific as to where it is?"
:|:|:| Ok, my bathroom is like 3'x8'. Not that big. So I call and ask them, "Your tech couldn't find the leak? Do you think the GIANT BUCKET OF WATER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR might have given SOME sort of clue to where it was?!"
"Sorry about that sir, we'll send someone out tomorrow."
That was Thursday.
Looks like I'll have to call my efficient yet curiously overpriced plumber to fix it. Less rent for me.
I am going to barge into the management office and dispense furious thrashings with a sack full of doorknobs. Seriously.
Now the office is run by the most disorganized, feeble minded buffoons known to man.
My story:
I have a leak in my bathroom ceiling. Not big, but enough to make the floor wet every time I come in.
I put a bucket under the leak to catch the water.
I've called the office 6 times in 2 weeks to come look at it. Every time, the same response "Yeah, we'll send a guy out today." Nope, no show.
So finally I give them an ultimatum - to fix it NOW or I get *my* guy to look at it and deduct it from the rent. That got someone out there real quick -- "45 minutes" they said -- that is, if you consider 45 minutes to be 3 hours.

I get a voicemail later on from the management: "Our tech arrived and couldn't find a leak. Could you be more specific as to where it is?"
:|:|:| Ok, my bathroom is like 3'x8'. Not that big. So I call and ask them, "Your tech couldn't find the leak? Do you think the GIANT BUCKET OF WATER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR might have given SOME sort of clue to where it was?!"
"Sorry about that sir, we'll send someone out tomorrow."
That was Thursday.
Looks like I'll have to call my efficient yet curiously overpriced plumber to fix it. Less rent for me.
I am going to barge into the management office and dispense furious thrashings with a sack full of doorknobs. Seriously.