We are officially house hunting. Our lease is up soon, and we definitely want to live on our own.
I really didn’t want to end up going through a property agent, because I didn’t want to pay their ridiculous letting fees – a week’s rent PLUS GST, for crying out loud.
But I figured, if that is what we have to do to secure a nice place, so be it.
Unfortunately, I have been let down. The day before we left for Waiheke, I spoke to one property manager about viewing a house. He never got back to me about arranging a time, despite me leaving both my numbers and email. We got back on Tuesday evening, and I logged on to TradeMe only to see that a viewing time had been added to the listing, and that viewing time was ending RIGHT ABOUT THEN. Literally. Yeah, thanks for nothing.
Then I left a message with another agent for another house. The reply: How would 3.15 on Thursday suit you?
Well, what do you think? How well does 3.15 on Thursday suit ANYONE?
But apparently they only do open homes M-F, 9-4.30. No weekends. WTF.
Yet open homes for houses on SALE are always held on Saturday and Sunday.
Maybe PMs get paid salary rather than commission, and therefore don’t give a crap about actually being helpful to prospective tenants.
I’d welcome being proved wrong, though. Anyone want to step up?
Anyway, I’ve decided to forget about that place. Had the PM done their job and actually provided photos of the important stuff – kitchen and bathroom – I would be able to decide whether we really wanted the place, and whether it would be worth trying to rearrange my schedule to make it to a viewing. But she didn’t. Too bad.
I am now even more determined to find a place with a private landlord.
And while I’m on the topic, it never ceases to amaze me how low the quality of housing – ESPECIALLY for smaller dwellings – is around here. I want a nice one/two bedroom place with insulation, a full kitchen (stove and oven), mixer taps (not , off street parking and preferably without concrete block walls, for up to $300 a week. But that, apparently, is a tall order in Auckland. The market is so ridiculous that people are prepared to live in absolute holes sometimes.