Our bed is broken -- not just a little bit broken; its miserable. Most of the slats are missing. The few that remain are loose or broken. It is untennable.
The sliding doors won't open without prayer. When we close them,
we pin them in two places, lock the latches, and then padlock them shut with a chain. Every time.
The house has the look and feel of a rental that's been picked clean. And believe me, after 20 years of being a landlord, I know what "picked
clean" looks and feels like.
RPM, the property management company, has some explaining to do.