I’m way overdue for an update on the adventures in DC. Sorry folks, but it’s been a crazy last few weeks.
We arrived in Virginia on June 30th, and stayed with our wonderful, patient friends, who generously put us up for the night. We knew we’d arrive late on Friday, and our apartment leasing office wouldn’t be open until the next day. So we planned to stay with A and L for the night. After a long 3 1/2 days in the car, it was wonderful to know that we could crash in their back room and get up the next day in a lesiurely fashion (instead of getting up at the crack ‘o dawn).
We happily woke up the next morning, and headed out to IHOP for a thank you breakfast (and no, I can’t eat the pancakes unless I bring my own syrup). At around 11:30 E and I headed over to the Encore Apartments to sign our lease and pick up the keys to our furnished apartment.
I should mention that we received no less than four emails from the leasing manager at the Encore, telling us that our apartment was ready, assuring us that everything, including our rental furniture, was in place.
When we arrived at the leasing office, the leasing manager wasn’t there. That should have been our first clue that things weren’t going to go well for us. The woman who was there was the assistant manager, but it turns out that she had only been with the company for two weeks. Maybe it was four, but regardless, she didn’t have the foggiest notion what she was doing.
