Thursday, December 23, 2010

Annoying Landlord Taxonomy

In the process of finding a new place to live, one of the first things I have learned is that those involved in residential real estate are strange, obnoxious people. I don't really know why they are more annoying than the general populace, but it's something I have noticed -- over and over.

There are a few types of annoying landlords, agents, and managers. Here is a field guide to these unusual creatures.

The Hardly-Speak-English Landlord
This is pretty common in Los Angeles. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the cultural diversity of our great city. But I think if you want to deal with the public and collect large sums of money from them, it's probably a good idea to speak approximately proper English with generally good telephone manners. Here's how this one usually goes:
Me: Hi, I'm calling about the apartment at Wilshire and Bundy.
Landlord: Yes.
M: Can I see it?
L: When you want?
M: How is Monday at 10am?
L: OK, bye. <click>

Also fun is when they return a phone call based on a message.
Me: Hello.
Landlord: You call about apartment?
Yeah, I've only called about 30 apartments, can you be a bit more specific? Thanks.

The Too-Many-Questions Landlord
This one always cracks me up. I call to ask about an apartment I saw on Craigslist or Westside Rentals and immediately am bombarded with questions. What do you do? How many tenants? Do you have pets? The best is "what are you looking for?" Wow, I don't know, maybe an underground fallout shelter with space for a large dog. All of this before I even get a chance to look at the apartment. Sheesh.


The Strange-Requirements Landlord
There are plenty of these winners out there. I encountered an interesting one today. The apartment in question is stellar: 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom, beautiful with a killer ocean view. Expensive, but possibly affordable on a splurge. But there's a catch: after grilling me (see Too-Many-Questions Landlord), the landlord tells me that she's a light sleeper and is looking for someone who will only use the second bedroom during the day, as that shares a wall with her bedroom in another apartment. So, rather than trying earplugs to combat her difficulty sleeping, she'll just request that her tenants avoid using an entire room at night. Uh huh, sounds like a blast living next door to this one.

So sad....

The I'm-Too-Busy-To-Call-Back Agent
Wow, that looks like a great apartment in the ad! Let's call the number. Leave a message. Three days later, no response. Send an email, no response. But the same place is posted on Craigslist again four times over. Uh, care to return your phone calls?

The I-Won't-Negotiate Landlord
Since about 2008, the Los Angeles rental market has opened up tremendously. Landlords are making deals left and right. But there are the holdouts, and these are the most annoying of the bunch. Some people, apparently, would prefer that their property be sitting empty for months on end rather than make a deal with a prospective tenant. Can we say lose-lose?

What's the big deal?

One may reasonably wonder why I am so particular about my new pad. Simple reason: I hate moving. What's more, it's very difficult for me to move with my pride-and-joy 90 gallon reef aquarium.



This makes moving a special kind of challenge, one that I do not wish to take on very frequently. So I must choose wisely, because I plan to stay a while. I have been in my current place for five and a half years, due in some part to this aquatic fixture.

No less important is the fact that I am stubborn and have time. I want the right place, not just any place.

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?

The Quest

When I graduated with a PhD in September, 2010 and landed my first "real" job, I knew it was time to ditch my trusty but run-down grad student apartment. It's served me well, but the ugly carpet, nasty kitchen, basic bathrooms, and crappy windows just didn't suit a man of my new status. I'm a doctor now, after all!

Thus began the quest for the perfect place to live. So far, it's been a long road. I've seen units big and small, modern and ancient, quiet and loud, with and without views, cheap and expensive. I have scoured Craigslist and Westside Rentals. I've driven around neighborhoods snapping photos of For Rent signs. I've emailed, called, texted, and knocked. I've even put in some applications. Still, no apartment has my name on it yet.

What is the perfect apartment, you may ask? Well....

My current pad wallows in the mediocre middle of the apartment hierarchy. If not for the location, it would be close to the bottom. It sports:
  • 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms in 1000 sq ft.
  • Carpet throughout that was once beige.
  • A basic kitchen with an old stove, old refrigerator, and no dishwasher.
  • Basic bathrooms I upgraded a bit myself.
  • Non-insulating (sound or heat) single-pane windows that seem to amplify the noise of the garbage trucks in the alley.
  • No balcony.
  • One parking space (but really as many as we want now that the building is nearly empty).
  • All this for the low price of $1700 per month!
My new place must be so much more. The wish list:
  • 2 bedrooms and 2 full bathrooms, more than 1000 sq ft.
  • Hardwood floors, or floors without carpet
  • Sizable kitchen with dishwasher and newer appliances
  • Patio, balcony, or other outdoor space (a view would be nice)
  • 2 parking spaces
  • Washer and dryer inside
  • Newer construction with double-paned windows
  • In the Brentwood/Santa Monica/West LA area -- preferably a good location (I work in Malibu and don't want a longer commute)
  • Under $2700 per month
At this point, I have probably seen over 50 apartments, and only one has truly fit all my criteria. I'll write in a future post about why I am not living there now.

As my list of rejected suitors has grown to ridiculous numbers, I felt I must share my story of woe with the world. Welcome to LA Apartment Hell!