East Village Landlords Suck
There’s a bunch of stuff wrong with my apartment. A couple of essential light fixtures don’t work properly. The oven doesn’t really work anymore. My front door knob was installed backwards (auto-lock locks you in the apartment, rather than the other way around), and some other minor issues.
In my 3+ years living on east 3rd street, I’ve had a few email conversations with one person at the landlord’s office, Sol, who presumably is the owner of my building and many other buildings in my area. When the conversation is about rent (increases, payment schedule, etc) he’s very quick to reply.
Oct 2nd - sent Sol a list of what needs to be fixed
Oct 23rd - having not heard back, sent a follow-up
Nov 15th 3:32pm - sent slightly stronger worded follow-up
Nov 16th 9:03am - Sol responds:
Hi Josh, I rarely use this e-mail account. For any repair issues or any issues, please call our office 212-xxx-xxxx
So I call the office at 10am, get the automated message “press 2 for maintenance,” I press 2, it rings twice and Sol picks up. I introduce myself and explain that I had just emailed with him and that he could just take the maintenance requests from my email. He explains that it would be easier for me to tell them to him again.
Fucking landlords!
