Invitation Homes in Life in General

  • May 9, 2023, 1:56 p.m.
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Old House

Seriously… fuck these people.

I can see the writing on the walls already and I know what’s about to happen when we leave.

They’re going to take our security deposit and then charge us a boatload of money guaranteed. The house is in awful shape and needs a lot of maintenance. I’ve been trying to get them out here since early March to get these things fixed before we leave. Of course they’re ALWAYS short staffed and the soonest they can schedule a visit is 3-4 weeks out. And then when that appointment finally comes, they reschedule.

But do they get you rescheduled as soon as possible? Of course fucking not. No… they put you at the end of the line again and make you wait 3-4 more weeks. And guess what.... these motherfuckers do it again. They cancel and reschedule over a month out.

But this time.... the new work order is set for AFTER our move out date. Like… does any sort of competency exist in this company?

So of course, I call the office and say “Yo, this needs to be moved up because I won’t even have keys to the house anymore on this date.” And they say “well we can’t do anything, this is just a call center you have to speak to your local office.” What the hell do you even do there then?

Now here is the thing.... I have NEVER been able to speak with someone at the local office. They actually legitimately do not answer the phone or respond to messages. I’m not exaggerating.... one day I got fed up and called them over 30 times in a day spaced out like 10 minutes apart and they didn’t pick up ONCE.

So the call center lady says “Well I’ll call them myself and transfer you”. Okay bitch, good luck. Sure enough I wait 10 minutes on hold and they come back and say “well they didn’t pick up but I left a message” WHAT A SHOCKER OMG SO SURPRISING IF ONLY I HAD TOLD YOU THAT SHIT BEFORE YOU CALLED AND MADE ME WAIT.

So… I have a move out visit scheduled automatically. I know what’s gonna happen. They’re gonna walk in, see the shit that’s broken and tell me it needs to be fixed before I leave. I’m gonna tell them the situation with the other maintenance visits and they’re gonna shrug and be like “I can’t do anything about that” as if they don’t even fucking work at the same company and can’t walk over to their desk or something.

Edit: Update, writing this entry got me all kinds of heated about it all over again. So I found an old voicemail from one of the techs and talked to them. They were actually very honest with me and told me all the issues going on in the local office. They also clarified some of the move out stuff I was worried about. So I’m still heated about all this but a little less so now.

New House

So Jessica and I went to Oklahoma last weekend and toured some placed. Most of them were pretty much all the same (except for some reason new homes don’t have ceiling fans. I guess that’s a new style choice now… weird). We found a place we really liked. 4 beds, 2 bath. Plenty of storage. Open design. Nice neighborhood. Newly built. All for 500 less/month than we pay now, for a crappier/smaller 3 bed house. Pretty sweet.

Only issue is that I don’t have verifiable income at the moment and my credit score dropped a lot since I married Jessica (she has virtually no credit history). So the realtors are asking for a much larger deposit. It makes sense from their perspective, since I’m more of a risk. But within a month I’ll have that verifiable income they want. But we can’t wait a month, so I’m asking my parents to cosign the lease with me. I feel like a teenager again because I haven’t asked them to do this since I bought my first car nearly 20 years ago haha.

The reason I was hesitant to ask is that my brother burned them pretty badly a while back. They cosigned a car with him and he just stopped paying on it and it was recalled. It hurt their credit for a really long time and only recently finally dropped. So while I’m the more responsible of the two, I still don’t like asking for their help.

But in this situation, the deposit is so much more that I felt compelled to at least talk to them about it. And, of course, they were happy to do it because they know I’m good for it. I don’t like to talk about money, but I have enough in savings that I could nearly buy this damn house outright so it’s not an issue. I’m just so sick of being burned by realtors that the less money I have invested into something like this, the better I’ll feel.

Anyway, that’s all that’s going on for now. Talk to you next time!


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