R.O.U.S.'s. And roaches galore. Shut the lights off at closing time and the creatures of the night would appear in numbers.
If it's improved in the last 12 years, great. I don't know what they would've done to clean that place spic-and-span and flush out all the hiding spots in that old building, though. It was that rampant. Every once in awhile I'd see something scampering about mid-dinner shift. Myles and Shelton for damn sure. Never saw anything at Towers.
When did you live there? Your description matches my recollection, but I was there a long time before F-Line. In fact, I lived right above the alley on the second floor, and while we made great sport of watching the rats, and scaring them with high powered flashlights, they never seemed prepared to invade the building. Lots of great memories in that place, it saddens me to hear it referred to as a dump. I'm glad your experience was more like mine.
They did it to themselves with me, landing themselves on the never-donate-even-if-I-become-a-billionaire shitlist. I got a call years ago from the Alumni donations office when I was working as a poor office temp. This was during Silber's return to power as Acting Prez. for Life before all their financial shennanigans finally forced him out of power, so I was a solid "no" before then. I explain to the somewhat pushy staffer that I'm not exactly in financial position to make a donation at this time.
"Well, then. Maybe you might consider having your name taken off the alumni rolls if that's the case."
[*stunned*] "Uhh...is that a threat?"
[*coyly*] "No, no. I'm just saying that if you're not interested in supporting your alma mater maybe you'd prefer not to be listed among alumni..."
"Are you implying that I may possibly be at risk of getting 'expelled' as an alumni for not donating???"
"You can read into that what you..."
[*click*]
Changed all my contact preferences to "DO NOT CALL" after that episode. I'm sure that was just some rogue student asshole mangling the donor script, but...never again. EVER.
HAHAHAHA...Getting expelled from the alum roll. That's golden. Must have been in the glory days of telemarketing.