I’ve been on the waiting list for an apartment at 1801 L St. Apartments in Sacramento for a good five years. I was very excited when on the 3rd of July I got a call from a lady named Lindsey saying that my name had finally come up on the list and asked if I’d like to see an apartment. I was excited, but also a little nervous. Moving is never fun. Would the apartment be worth it? I made an appointment to see it on the 8th as they were closed on the weekends and the 4th was a holiday. We met with Lindsey at the appointment time and she could not have been sweeter. She gave us a tour of the complex, pool area, workout room and the apartment, which I have to say was fabulous. She made us feel at home during our visit. The only drawback would be having to pay for a parking space and Storm’s drive to work (my aide). After looking at the apartment, we had a brief discussion and decided that the positives far outweighed the couple of negatives. Lindsey said that being I was on a reduced rent program due to disability that there was another lady to talk to about getting everything set up. Lindsey herself knew about 90% of my questions though. Lindsey went into the office of Danielle Beard, who looked to be just sitting there. Immediately Danielle became agitated and tossed the files in her hand onto her desk when Lindsey asked her to talk to us. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. This Danielle Beard said very loudly, with her office door wide open, “I don’t have time to answer people’s questions.” She stood up, glared at Lindsey and came to her doorway, not inviting us into her office. She looked like right at me like I was trash off the street and said, “I can answer a couple of quick questions. What do you need?” I bit my tongue not to tell her where to shove her apartment, being I had liked it. I asked the two questions I needed answers for, and she spent more time bitching about the program that would have given me reduced rent due to my disability than she did answering the questions. I told her, “I heard that you’re very busy, but I just want to make sure I’m doing this right.” With that, I got a fake smile, and a, “Oh, yes. Of course, I apologize about that.” The funny thing is, after leaving I found out that the answers she gave us were wrong anyway. I decided that if that was the kind of attitude I had to put up with to live in these apartments, no matter how nice they are, they were not worth it. Lindsey, again, was fabulous. I left a voicemail for Lindsey letting her know why I won’t be taking the apartment, just so I wouldn’t be leaving her hanging. However, this Danielle Beard, made it clear that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about and that she doesn’t like to be asked to do her job; the one she is getting paid to do, the one that many people out there would kill for.