Today I went apartment hunting in the Bay Area. Tonight I attempted to throw myself into traffic on 101. Luckily Jason was able to lure me down with a bottle of wine and a mini dark chocolate bar.
First problem encountered: Slightly racist, extremely self-centered, talkative yet deaf to anything not uttered in his own voice real estate agent 'helping' me locate apartments.
Second problem encountered: The delightful agent didn't listen to a word I said when I explained what we were looking for in apartments and decided to drive me around the Bay Area to a bunch of apartments that were totally not what I was looking for.
Third problem encountered: The apartments he brought me to were not only not what I was looking for as far as amenities go but they were also crappy. Crappy like "Why does this place smell like cat pee?" crappy. Crappy like "You don't say that the 1970's exploded in this kitchen and sprayed itself all over the appliances" crappy.
Fourth problem encounter: My agent has one-night stands with women that work in the leasing offices and therefore creates quite a nice environment to bring clients like me into. Apparently, most of these women didn't realize this was only a one-night stand and are upset that he never called. So yeah, lots of the leasing agents were super happy to see him.
By the end of the day I still hadn't found a place to live, but I had found a massive headache. I can't believe that you can barely find a one bedroom for $1500 with a washer and dryer and air conditioner. This place sucks.
I did finally find a place. It's the same exact apartment complex that our corporate housing is located in. And the real estate agent didn't even recommend I look here. Yeah, he was so much help. I'm happy that I found a place but at the same time I wouldn't wish apartment hunting in this area on my worst enemy. Yeah, actually I would wish it on them and I would make sure they have to go with my agent. Ohhh even better, I would make them go out on a date with my agent.
*edit* I forgot the bird poop. Yup, I actually got crapped on by a bird at the first complex. Not a good sign. I should have given up right then.