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[Beach Runner]

Post Properties -- Dubious Business Practices

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We decided to lease another apartment in Atlanta (long story why). I have been checking availability for weeks. Finally a place at Post that I liked became available. Yesterday I clicked the "Reserve Now!" button and received two confirmations from Post. I emailed them today to see what I needed to do as far as paperwork and fees are concerned. I was told that the price changes on a daily basis and today the price had increased. Excuse me? I have a screen shot that is date stamped with the price at the point in time that I submitted the "Reserve Now!" request. I was told that the prices change daily and that an apartment is not reserved until the application is filled out and the deposit is received. They said that they couldn't reserve it for me until I completed an application and paid the required deposits. They said that if I wasn't happy with the price, I could check the website on a daily basis for the new price that could go up or go down, but I would risk someone else leasing it. But the apartment is no longer on the website because I reserved it. Exsqueeze me, but didn't I click the "Reserve Now!" button which implies to me that not only have I reserved the apartment, but I have locked in the apartment at the rate at that point in time?

When Big D gets back from Germany, he's gonna go there and whomp up on them in a calm yet intimidating manner. They will cry and give him what he wants. That's just the way he operates, and that's why he is such a successful negotiator.

FYI for anyone -- the people at Post Properties are dishonorable. If daughter, daughter's fiance, and I weren't so embroiled in pre-exam activities, I'd tell Post where they could insert that apartment. But we just don't have time right now to shop around.

 

[Matt J]

That's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The price changes daily? It's apartment hunting not roulette.

 

[Lynnie]

Strange to me especially since we're in a rental market! Keep moving on BR........there are great apts. here called The Barony? I think that's it.......they have a lot of out of towners renting there. Doorman, concierge, etc.......you'll digg it!

 

[Beach Runner]

Strange to me especially since we're in a rental market! Keep moving on BR........there are great apts. here called The Barony? I think that's it.......they have a lot of out of towners renting there. Doorman, concierge, etc.......you'll digg it!

JP (fiance) wants to be walking distance from Georgia Tech so that he doesn't have to waste time commuting. The security there is also very good -- it is totally gated floor to ceiling so that none of the street people who hang out in Midtown can get into the building or even the parking garage.

 

[NoHall]

the WORST week ever:

• It started with the news that Kenny's mom died, followed within the hour by the news that my friend had died.
• The next day at school, some arse in a suit decided that it was a good day to notify 8 of my fellow employees that they would not have a contract in the fall. On top of grieving, we were reeling from that and dealing with the fallout.
• I was in the middle of getting ready to direct my first straight (non-musical) play, which was very stressful on me and the boys. We were rehearsing every night until 10, and they were juggling sports schedules, drivers' ed, homework, preparation for our military ball, and I was juggling duties as musical director another play in another town.
• On Monday night (after 2 3-hour rehearsals with a visit to the funeral home between them) I suddenly felt like someone was twirling the blunt end of a knife around in my left ear. I could hear the ocean, and it hurt. Tuesday it was confirmed that I had a raging ear infection caused by a sinus infection. I had to use drops for the pain, which meant I had to keep a cotton ball in the ear. I can't hear with a cotton ball in my ear, and I teach music.
• Tuesday my dad went for a stress test. He had surgery on his wrist recently and had some sort of heart irregularity. They told him to go to his PCP to get the test, but when they did the sonogram at the office they refused to do the test because of his "heart problem." Dad didn't know he had a heart problem. He had to have his stress test with a cardiologist instead. I don't remember the last time I've seen my dad worried--his brother is dying of congestive heart failure right now.
• Tuesday was also my friend's funeral.
• My capstone research paper was due Friday. I wrote the darned thing over a year ago, but my hard drive has crashed twice since then. My professor thought she had it, but she didn't. I had to re-type all 32 pages, complete with graphics, tables, references, and 2 appendices and recreate my powerpoint presentation. Those had to be delivered to my committee on Friday, 40 miles away. I was at school at 6 a.m. to work more than once last week, and I was not home before midnight some of those same days.
• Meanwhile, my rehearsals were going down the toilet. The boys weren't showing up, and when they did they wouldn't focus and were caught eating the props. My stress level was code red...probably in part due to the fact that it was another 80 hour week.

The good news:

• One of my buddies sent me an email Thursday that said, "You want to go to Scotland? I have a buddy pass." I haven't heard back from her since I answered with a "HECK YES!" but I hope she was serious
• The first of our two performances went amazingly well. The boys gave me a bouquet of roses that was HUGE. I thought they were either a coffin spray or the prize from some sort of pageant. Gorgeous--I had to put them in my mother's butter churn.

But now we're back to surreal: The director of the play I'm doing in the other town emailed me this morning to say she couldn't come to rehearsal today. Yesterday there was a shooting in Athens--a UGA professor gunned down three people at a community theater picnic. My friend the director was there and watched her 3 friends die. I don't know what to say about that...



(I realize I'm ranting, but that's what this thread is for, right?)

 

[Jdarg]

Ahh, NoHall. You need some beach time. I can't even say I am sorry about your week because it doesn't come close to covering it. Those boys are lucky to have you, so there is a reason that you are a tough nut.

 

[Beach Runner]

the WORST week ever:

OMC! I am so sorry!

I know it's not a competition, but I can relate to a difficult week. We've had to make life or death decisions about Mom. Then when going through papers at Mom's house, sister discovered a birth announcement for a brother that we never heard about. I called all uncles and aunts, and none of them know about it. Weird. Mom is too demented to remember it if she's hid it for 50 years.

BTW one of my cousins lives in Bogart. She saw all of the activity regarding the search for the UGA prof but hadn't heard the news. I had to fill her in on those details plus her missing cousin.

Hope you have a better week this week, gull.

 

[Lynnie]

I gained weight! Hmpph!

 

[NoHall]

Ahh, NoHall. You need some beach time. I can't even say I am sorry about your week because it doesn't come close to covering it. Those boys are lucky to have you, so there is a reason that you are a tough nut.

They think I'm just a nut! They're great--I was so proud of them tonight.

Yess....beach time...need me some real bad!

OMC! I am so sorry!

I know it's not a competition, but I can relate to a difficult week. We've had to make life or death decisions about Mom. Then when going through papers at Mom's house, sister discovered a birth announcement for a brother that we never heard about. I called all uncles and aunts, and none of them know about it. Weird. Mom is too demented to remember it if she's hid it for 50 years.

BTW one of my cousins lives in Bogart. She saw all of the activity regarding the search for the UGA prof but hadn't heard the news. I had to fill her in on those details plus her missing cousin.

Hope you have a better week this week, gull.

WOW...that's crazy...

My mom was adopted and always knew about it. She even knew her biological family's name, but never wanted to find them. When her biological father died, her oldest sister made the offhand remark about the little girls (my mother and a sister who was 15 months older) who were given away. The oldest sister is prone to saying crazy things, so it was almost dismissed, but then the others remembered their mother going to the hospital and coming home sad a couple of times. Another sister got her to admit it on her deathbed, and mom's brothers and sisters found her after that.

Hope you get to the bottom of that!

I gained weight! Hmpph!

Nonsense. The warm weather makes your clothes shrink, and the tilting of the earth toward the sun at the vernal equinox messes with gravity, making you seem heavier. Have another Little Debbie...

 

[Mango]

Nohall,

Whew. Sounds like a lot. Hope things get better for your Dad, sorry about your friend and yes, you need some Sowal time and a nice hammock.