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When my husband first came to LA, a year and a half ago to find an apartment, he had alot of trouble. He looked in Santa Monica first. The places were either way overpriced, old, ugly or tiny. Then he moved on to Brentwood. Again way overpriced and small. He finally went to West LA and found our current apt. Though it's not cheap and it's not pretty, it's a 2bd/1ba, carpeted with a big kitchen, courtyard and balcony. So we consider ourselves lucky. Pretty soon after we moved in the managers quit. We were left with nobody to contact but the management company who were no help. Many tenants had problems that were ignored and many of us were angry. After calling and writing letters to the company,finally I called the LA Housing Dept. Immediately every single issue was corrected for everyone. I mean like overnight-done. So I'm sure the management co is going to keep our deposit and tack on some other charges for us when we move out in retaliation. Rental life sucks. We have 13 units and only one washer and one dryer. Time and time again both of them break down. We've gone 2 weeks without the use of the machines. And we're told to just go to the laundromat. Not so easy for those of us with kids. When we had heatwave last summer, the kids would sit in a little inflatable pool in the courtyard. Well, wouldn't you know...management took away our hose after that. Maybe we used too much water for their liking. We don't even have an A/C. Then we received a letter stating that the children should be kept quiet. We used to take them out in the courtyard from 5pm-6pm...not late hours. So living here is basically like being in Communist Russia. If we lived in the Mid West we'd be upper middle class. But here it's like you're stuck in a hole, trying to scrape by. Sorry I'm just venting.
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