I'm going to wager a guess that any review over 1 ...

I'm going to wager a guess that any review over 1 star is not a real review but padded by Berkley themselves. Here is a real account.

The area I lived in was and is in severe economic depression and jobs were non-existent. I applied to many jobs and finally got the one I had hoped for but bad news was I had a week to move 300 miles. So I started searching and applying for pretty much any place I could get. Finally I got a call back from Berkeley about 3 different places. Well we decided on one and the agent assured me it was a sure thing and just had to draw up the paper work. Well only 4 days left to move and it all seemed to be going well. I waited for the call back. And waited. And waited. So I emailed and called and left voice mails. Finally I got a second hand message that she hadn't got to speak with the owner in person yet only over the phone but it was a sure thing and she would be taking care of it that evening.

Well the big day finally arrived. I had called several times to no avail but I was packed and ready to haul 4 kids to our new home. Well we arrive and check into a hotel on Friday at 11:00 pm and I start work on Monday. Saturday I decide to forgo calling after leaving several voice mails stating the fact we had arrived and go to the office in person. Well after the initial shock of me being there in person she decides to tell me that the house didnt go through a full 4 days after she knew so. Needless to say I was more then a little upset. So after a brief discussion of why I was not informed before I drove the 300 odd miles she tells me to hang tight and leaves. Well 15 minutes later she comes back and tells me they have a 3 bedroom apartment I can have on a month to month lease and that's the only thing they have. Well at this point I'm up a particularly smelly creek without a paddle so having no other options I capitulate.

Well let's just say the apartments last residents were heavy smokers judging by the burns in everything and yellow film on the walls, also they must have been pet lovers. Extremely loving to the point they could not bear to have their fur babies go outside in the cold to go pee so they made the whole carpet a piddle pad. The range was straight out of the Brady Bunch with only 3 functioning burners and the 1st AC unit unloaded from the Santa Maria. Best part of all we learned after the 3rd day living there that the apartment wasn't even for rent. It was up for sale and when ever someone wanted to view it we would just get a random knock at the door for the pleasure of walking through my space like the King of England without a word of notice and if sold no if's ands or buts I had to leave.

Well after these few months I finally found another place and jump on it yet Berkley wants 60 days notice and a professional steam cleaner. To hell with that I say.

So moral of the story is. RUN!!! Stay far away.