I have formerly been a resident of the property once known as Cash Hall for three years. When I first came to the property I was a freshman out of options for housing fooled by a brochure.
As a former tenant of low income housing (the worst) I expected more out of Cash. What I got was a look alike that reminded me of what people call the projects. It was a mess... But I grew used to the broken elevators that made me climb four flights every day... The same old nasty food everyday (actually I ate a Denny's when I could). The late mail. Friends made it better.
Second year, no car no license and my mom urges me to stay there yet again... This time hopefully the apartments will be better. This year my sibling joined me. Being clean folks that weare our aprtment was spotless... But after a couple of hours of sitting on a none to cute sofa (matched with a mud laden chair) we were itching... After repeatedly requesting fumigation someone sprays our sofa... Which just runs the fleas into the carpet: ((we are allergic to pets but the was a home across the fence that had a dog and workers usually left furniture sitting outside) We SUFFERED the attack of the fleas until I myself went out and brought a fogger... Shut off and unplugged everything... Turned off the gas and fired that baby up. Life is better without the fleas although my sibling has scars from the battle.
That year I hardly ate in the cafe as I was always working at this time I am working three jobs and time spent home is very short. Third year... This is the worst... The washing machines aren't working... Your clothes go in and come out asdirty as they go in... Mail is getting missing... Comes in preopened, there is a big pit dug outside my door, my hot water comes in brown with mud, and on top of this... My financial aid has been cut! I make a visit to the front office where I am told... That I can not get out of my lease. The property is so empty that of course I am not going to be able to find a sublease, nor will the property help me with a sublease as the manager put it. I am threatened that it can go on my credit report... But I can not pay. I have my school to worry about and I am down to a job and a half.
This is where the fun begins... I move to a friends I no longer want to see the property, have not eaten in the cafe in 3-4 months and I am sick of Cash. I will still try and save the money to pay of the remaining bill but I do not wish to remain on the property because I can not afford it. My sibling with her greater amount of financial aid can. Not my fault... I have bills my sib doesn't.
To make a longer story short... The manager, Carol Metcalf... A woman I think needs to learn business etiquette... Takes it upon herself to shut off my meal plan which no matter what I am still paying for... A month before the end of my less I move back... The semester is winding down and I have a lil money to pay my bill at least a piece.:)
Before going to the rent office I want to get something to eat... I have no money but this meal plan is basically paid for by me so that I can eat. I get my food and before I get a bite am told that I have to go to the rent office and can get my food later (which I don't). Carol stands in her office door and yells for the world to hear, that I am trying to cheat her out of her money... That I am trying to not pay my rent...
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