A Not So Nice Welcome to Atlanta

We got into Atlanta around 4 pm and we went straight to my new apartment. We got the keys, opened the door and found that my new place was dirty and needed to be repainted.  I was blessed to have my father there to talk things out with the management of the apartment complex, because I almost lost it. My first reaction was to just give back the keys and find a new place to live. Dad is staying until everything is worked out, but it looks like things will get cleaned up and it will be okay. I hope that things go smooth from now on and my apartment ends up looking decent. Please send good vibes or prayers my way. Thank you.