This place is a joke. It never ends. Every week is something lately. Funny that this unit was highly recommended by the office receptionists. Ha! I wonder what everyone else is experiencing. I am literally living in the times of the Titanic in this unit. Floods, countless visitors to fix one thing after another, which in turn exposes my furniture, my room, and personal items when workers are constantly banging on my door every week lately to fix this, and that. They don't even remove their big, muddy, hefty boots. It just never ends. I recommend that you all reconstruct this entire apartment complex from the ground up. Its ancient, its moldy, cracked, Its a sinking ship. floods, bugs, repainting, restructuring, flood again, repairing, repainting, Sheetrock is inherently messy, flood again, internal raindrops. Causing PTSD whenever it rains, you search the house like Inspector Gadget searching for flood evidence. You know its around somewhere, just not sure on its specific location. Follow the raindrop sounds and the constant drips. This is the definition of insanity.