Guess who’s at #8? Yep, Poughkeepsie, New York, the shithole we used to live in.
Poughkeepsie is home to Marist, Vassar and The Culinary Institute of America, plus a branch of Adelphi University and Dutchess Community College. And although many spots around the city have been named Registered Historic Places, Poughkeepsie kept popping up on forums and other websites as being an ugly, crime-ridden town that no college student really wanted to venture into.
For the record, we lived 3-5 minutes away from Vassar. Neither Paul nor I ever thought of Poughkeepsie as a college town. It was mostly a shithole with a couple of bright spots. We’re extremely happy to no longer live in the overpriced dump of a city.
It’s amazing what gets done when you threaten people with the law. After six weeks of getting nowhere, I left a message with the rental office in Yonkers. I told them that if they dishwasher wasn’t fixed in the next week, I was going to notify the city’s district attorney and the state board of health. Lo and behold, I have a new dishwasher all set up in just three days.
That’s right, Sal never showed on Thursday. Not that I’m surprised. I’m just highly pissed that I pay more than a thousand dollars every month to live in this slum.
So, Paul called the Yonkers office on Thursday and told them it’s been over a month without our dishwasher getting fixed. Again, we get the runaround. Gisene tells Paul that she has to call Sal and makes him wait on the phone. When she returns, she tells Paul that Sal just ordered two dishwashers and we have to call back on Monday. That’s it. End of story. She hangs up.
I swear to God, if this isn’t fixed on Monday, I’m calling the City Attorney’s office and filing a complaint. Then, I’m taking fifty bucks off the rent for every month it’s not fixed. I pay for a dishwasher. If I don’t get one, I’m not paying for it anymore.
Yes, we have called, yet again over the frigging dishwasher. Gisene, the lady in the Yonkers office had to call Sal and then call us back to tell us that Sal will be over at 10am to have a look at the dishwasher.
Yep, who wants to take bets that Sal actually shows up this time?
Paul returns, again to the office to find out what’s going on. The office is locked at 9:15am. Paul tried again at 10:15am and Sal says he fixed the door but no one said anything about the dishwasher being broken and he never looked at the dishwasher. Well, he’s right on that part. He never did look at the dishwasher. He also gave no indication that he was ever going to come and fix it.
At 10:20am, Paul calls the office in Yonkers. They claim that Sal must have confused us with another tenant. Yeah right. The person in the office said they have to get permission from the owners to replace the dishwasher but the owner isn’t in today and they’ll have to call us back. They also don’t know why Sal said he could replace the dishwasher when he can’t give authorization. Finally, the person in the office said someone would be over next week to have a look at the dishwasher.
Sounds like a giant run around to me. Now I have no dishwasher and the stagnant water in the dishwasher is starting to smell.