I am so writing an angry blog post about this

mad cat

 

 

If there’s one thing in this world I can’t stand, if there’s one pet peeve I have to pick as the top, it’s when people have no respect for another person’s time. You know, that one person who is consistently late? Not once or twice, but all the time, because they just don’t care or think about how it affects the other person?

I got a dose of this last night. I had an appointment to look at an apartment. The woman I spoke with told me 6 pm was fine, to come to the address and I that she would be the one showing me the apartment. But the only bit of the apartment I was able to see was the lobby, and the outside of the office, doors locked and emptiness inside.

I wasn’t too impressed with the building itself, so I let it go. Hey, she probably should have called me and told me she wasn’t coming, for whatever reason she didn’t. But what can I do?

It wouldn’t be so bad if the same thing didn’t happen again tonight. This was a different place, but I made the appointment yesterday.  After being stood up the night before, I figured it would be a good idea to call today and confirm.

“Yes, Ms. Millard. It looks like we do have you down for 6 pm tonight.”

Feeling confident and optimistic, I made my way off the train, worried I would be late, as I didn’t leave work as early as I should have. “Domino” by Jessie J was playing in my ears, and with a burst of energy, I jogged the entire way to make sure I would arrive on time. I did alright. At the door at 6:01. Called the building office from the door.

Ring.

Ring.

RIng.

Ring. x 10

Finally, I hung up, and decided to try a new route. I approached the man smoking outside. “Excuse me, do you live here” He nods. “I am supposed to be here for a showing but no one is answering. Do you know how late the office is open?”

“There’s no one here.”

Alright. A girl resident holds the door for me. I tell her why I am there and she tells me that’s strange, as the woman who is usually there leaves before then. I tell her thanks and that I would wait a few more minutes.

Finally, after minutes pass and I am growing more and more frustrated, I call a phone number that I saw in the ad. “I do apologize, let me try to see if I can get a hold of someone there.”

I hear the phone ringing in the dark, empty office. Long story short, they booked my appointment for 6, but weren’t aware they closed earlier. Honestly, do people communicate?

Alright then, I tell her, I guess I am not seeing the apartment.

“I’m sorry, would you like to reschedule?”

“No, that’s ok.”

“Ok, thank you for calling and have a great day.”

“You too.”

1. Why would I rent from a place that is not even professional enough to communicate with each other about an appointment?

2. Why would I rent from a place that doesn’t care enough about my business to show up?

3. Looking for places to rent is stressful and enough of a hassle, why would I rent from you if you make it worse?

Rant over.

Advertisements

3 comments

  1. To avoid this in the future, use an agent whose job it is to make sure these appointments work and if they don’t act professionally, like show up and be on time, we can hold them accountable, as we should.

    If you are looking for an agent, have any questions or just need some advice on real estate, e-mail me at: sohaib.qadri@century21.com

  2. To avoid this in the future, use a man who will wait in the bushes with a bat and threaten the landlord into staying for your appointment. If the man with the bat doesn’t act professionally, like bring a solid wooden bat and twigs for camouflage, we can hold him accountable, as we should.

    If you are looking for a man with a bat, have any questions or just need some advice on misdemeanor assault, e-mail me at: dford@louisville.com.

    [ 😉 @ sohaib ]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s