My Nonprofit Reviews

As a struggling single mother of two very young ones, I signed up with HMH back in 2006. The worker showed me one place only. Although I wasn't used to living "in in the hood", my options were non existent, so I accepted. The place was nasty, so I was rather taken aback when I was told that I would have to help clean up vacant places for new residents - something that apparently hadn't been done to my place. It took three grown women (myself, my sister, and my step-mom) all day to get the grease off the walls in the kitchen. There were dead roaches, as well as live ones. There was no type of assistance, other than the rent being pretty low (although, $350 for the place I was living in was not worth it). There were no doors inside the house, the bedrooms were just walk throughs. The other tenants used the back hallway as a garbage room (most of their residents are trashy). You have to get permission to spend the night else where, and you're not allowed guests past ten pm - which sucked for me because my friends and I all worked third shift. My worker, who I shall not name, looked as though she hadn't showered in days and hadn't washed her hair in weeks. Her intelligence was lower than an average pre-schoolers, and all she wanted to do was snoop into my personal life. I lived there less than 4 months (it was right next to a drug dealer's house), and I will never seek assistance from those fools again.

I've tried posting this twice, being told each time that "my review contains inappropriate language". I'm deleting a four letter word before roaches this time, but oh my god.