Crazy Door Security

I sleep very sound in my apartment, every night. Why, you might ask? Because the out of control door staff hardly lets me in the building to get to my apartment, let alone someone who does not belong in our building.

It all started when Megan and I were looking at apartments. We arrived at the apartment building and our realtor introduces himself to the front desk attendant as he did in the other 5 buildings we had visited. When entering the other 5 apartment buildings we were welcomed and asked to sign in, then the door was personally opened for us and we headed up to the apartment for rent. This was not the case at the apartment building we live in now. Our building door staff (all women, I might add) is an intense group of security officers in training. They almost didn’t let us in the apartment when we wanted to view our apartment and they have sent away multiple people since then.

A few weeks ago I had made an appointment for the cable man to install our cable. I let the front desk know that we had the appointment and to call Megan. They were suppose to arrive between 11:00 – 3:00. At 3:30 I called Megan to see how the cable was working and she said they never arrived. I called the cable company and they said the door staff turned them down. They just said “nope” and didn’t let them in. Strike 1.

The next day I had a couch being delivered to the building. I called the front desk and let them know. I told them I had a couch being delivered, reserved the elevator for the couch and had Megan waiting for it to arrive. Again, called Megan and asked how the new couch looked. She said they never came. I called the furniture store and asked them why they didn’t deliver the couch. They said the door staff would not let them up. Strike 2. They then went on to say I would have to pay for delivery a second time since they weren’t able to deliver it today. Strike 2.5. I paid the delivery fee, again, and scheduled the couch for two days later. I told EVERYONE that the couch was coming between 1 and 5, and that they needed to call Megan. The couch arrived at 10:30 and they wouldn’t let them up because Megan wasn’t answering her phone (she was in the shower, she didn’t expect them to get there until 1:00). This time, they called me to tell me they were sending away the couch company, again. I was outraged. I told them “absolutely not” and they said, “Megan’s not here, you’re not here, the couch is not going to be here”. I begged the door woman to send the delivery man up to our apartment to knock. After 10 minutes of “pleaseeeeeee” and minor threats she agreed to send him up. THANK GOD. (they can take back their .5 of a strike).

They delivered the couch but they were so mad it had turned into a two day, three hour production they literally dropped the boxes in the apartment and peace’d out.

Then we had friends visit. I think they had an easier time getting through airport security then our building.

Then my cousin visited. I think he felt verbally violated by the front desk yelling at him to write down his EXACT time on the piece of paper of when he arrived.

So note to visitors, when you want to visit please plan to bring three forms of identification and a sleeping bag, there is no guarantee you will get passed the watch dogs to actually visit our apartment.