I moved into the Village at Whitehall apartment complex in October of 2004. The complex is located in Fairmont West Virginia and is managed by CZS Developments LLC. It was an uneventful move into an uneventful complex. Over the last two years, the property manager has issued open letters to the tenants on an increasing basis. The letters were generally reminders about basic things like "don't let your pipes freeze in the winter!" Their biggest impact was imparting a warm fuzzy feeling of having a surrogate mother nearby.
As the summer of 2005 wore on, it became clear that the proerty manager was becoming increasing concerned over matters which seemed disconnected to my experiences at the complex. (For example, the letter on September 20, 2006 was largely concerned with parking, an ongoing obsession for the management of the complex.) Then, on September 25th, 2006 we all received an open letter with a major revelation in it.
Due to management concerns, they had decided to invoke monthly inspections of our apartments. Now, I like to think of myself as a tolerant person. I had accepted the occassional motherly letter with good humour. But this was a new twist - something which would directly invade my private space on a routine basis.
The maintenance personnel of the complex already entered our apartments several times a year in order to change filters on the furnaces. Saying that this new policy seemed excessive would be an understatement. So I diligently reviewed my copy of the lease. Plain as day, there was a clause in the lease requiring that they give two hours notice before an inspection for the condition of the apartment. Fair enough, I wrote them a letter pointing out the clause requiring notice.
Cheryl's reply on October 3, 2006.
My follow-up on October 9, 2006. (I'm working on getting the lease scanned, but I don't have it done yet.)
Cheryl's letter of October 10, 2006, which was accidentally delivered to the apartment downstairs instead of to my door.
1. Did you renew?
2. I demand you watch my kid the next time I'm at the pool.
3. Stop making me pee my pants from laughing so hard.