The thermostats seemed to have a mind of their own. Set it on 70 and in the morning the room would be 62. There were only 4 spoons and 5 forks available and the pots and pans need replacement. Of the two skillets one had deformed and the center was popped up causing anything to run to the edges. The fireplace had a toggle switch but one had to keep switching it off and on in hopes it would light. The dishwasher was not attached to the counter so when one of the racks was pulled out the dishwasher would come out of the counter as if it was going to fall onto the floor. The icemaker was broken so we had to buy ice. From Monday until Thursday each morning at 730 a crew would show up in the unit above us and begin construction until 3pm. Power tools, hammering, dropping tools and heavy objects on the floor, scraping things across the floor were some of the things we had to endure. As a veteran with PTSD I had extreme difficulty dealing with the constant banging and having the unit we were in actually shudder when they dropped heavy objects above us. When I contacted management they basically told me to deal with it as they had zero empathy about the situation and what we were experiencing. The only peace we had was to leave the unit until 3-4 in the afternoon.