The website calls this a luxury apartment. Nothing could be farther from the truth. If you have something that is broken, they will not fix it. If you want to do your laundry, good luck. Only one dryer and one or two washers work in a complex of 85 families. If you want a beautiful lawn, well forget that. The quad in the middle of the place is nothing but dirt. I had been doing the laundry away from here, but now I work over 45 hours a week on my feet and really don't want to do that. So, I sent my son to do the laundry for me while I was a work and it turned into a disaster. I told him which washer and which dryer to use and he didn't believe that the others were broken. I came home to a pile of wet clothes on my bed because he couldn't dry them. What a lusurious place, NOT. I should be able to tell my son to do the laundry for me and he should be able to use any random washer or dryer and have them work. That would be the minimal prerequisite for being called a luxury apartment, really. Oh, and maybe a shower that worked. It is either blasting hot or ice cold. Luxurious, again would be a warm shower, not this. This is not a luxury apartment and the rents keep going up and up. It's a serious problem. Oh, and if you work the evening shift and get home at 11:30 at night, you can forget about getting a parking place. You have to park out on the street, with your one car because the other tennants have four and five cars so you can't park after you have been working your butt off for the rent money on your feet for nine hours in a shift. Walk have a block to your apartment is the attitude. Sorry, we're too stupid to figure out that each apartment should have limit on the number of cars, so walk home after your impossibly hard job. Tough tiddly winks. And speaking of the neighbors it was quite luxurious to have the apartment complex tagged by gang members. Oh, and the way these people start their junk cars and and run them for no apparent reason right outisde the window in the middle of the night, letting the fumes in the apartment. The luxury never ends. Oh, and I love it when the drunks who live here yell at each other in the middle of the night when I'm working the morning shift and have to wake up at 4:30 to be to work on time. When they stand by their cars blasting the radios and standing there for minute after minute while I am trying to fall back to sleep. Yes, the luxury never ends here, NOT.
Westwood Apartments Reviews
The website calls this a luxury apartment. Nothing could be farther from the truth. If you have something that is broken, they will not fix it. If you want to do your laundry, good luck. Only one dryer and one or two washers work in a complex of 85 families. If you want a beautiful lawn, well forget that. The quad in the middle of the place is nothing but dirt. I had been doing the laundry away from here, but now I work over 45 hours a week on my feet and really don't want to do that. So, I sent my son to do the laundry for me while I was a work and it turned into a disaster. I told him which washer and which dryer to use and he didn't believe that the others were broken. I came home to a pile of wet clothes on my bed because he couldn't dry them. What a lusurious place, NOT. I should be able to tell my son to do the laundry for me and he should be able to use any random washer or dryer and have them work. That would be the minimal prerequisite for being called a luxury apartment, really. Oh, and maybe a shower that worked. It is either blasting hot or ice cold. Luxurious, again would be a warm shower, not this. This is not a luxury apartment and the rents keep going up and up. It's a serious problem. Oh, and if you work the evening shift and get home at 11:30 at night, you can forget about getting a parking place. You have to park out on the street, with your one car because the other tennants have four and five cars so you can't park after you have been working your butt off for the rent money on your feet for nine hours in a shift. Walk have a block to your apartment is the attitude. Sorry, we're too stupid to figure out that each apartment should have limit on the number of cars, so walk home after your impossibly hard job. Tough tiddly winks. And speaking of the neighbors it was quite luxurious to have the apartment complex tagged by gang members. Oh, and the way these people start their junk cars and and run them for no apparent reason right outisde the window in the middle of the night, letting the fumes in the apartment. The luxury never ends. Oh, and I love it when the drunks who live here yell at each other in the middle of the night when I'm working the morning shift and have to wake up at 4:30 to be to work on time. When they stand by their cars blasting the radios and standing there for minute after minute while I am trying to fall back to sleep. Yes, the luxury never ends here, NOT.