I have a new job. On October 8th I started bootcamp at Facebook. Working at Facebook is simply amazing. But I donât want to talk about my job at Facebook yet. What I do want talk about is renting an apartment in the San Francisco bay area. Since the day of my arrival here in California I have been looking for an apartment. In the beginning I looked mainly in the Silicon Valley area, that is Redwood City, Menlo Park, Palo Alto and Mountain View. I looked at a couple of apartments but did not like them. They where too expensive for what they had to offer. Little did I know that they where probably some of the best offers I would ever get here.
I arrived on Saturday October 6th in the bay area. I had opted out of the managed relocation package, that Facebook had offered me, so I could take care of my own business. I had booked a motel in Redwood City and rented a car fo 10 days. The car would help me get around to look at apartments and help me get to work. My goal was to find and rent an apartment until the end of those 10 days. After 10 days though, I hadnât found anything yet, so I prolonged the stay in the motel and the rental of the car.
Checking out San Francisco
At about the same time I decided that it might be a good idea to look for an apartment in the city, instead of the Valley. Not only would there probably be a much better selection, but living in the city would be much nicer in many ways. Bars and Clubs to go to at the weekend and lots of people to meet. The towns in Silicon Valley are a bit sleepy in comparison. So I started to look for an apartment in San Francisco. The prices are higher and the shape of most apartments is terrible. But instead of finding an increased selection of apartments I only found more competition among potential leasers. Whenever I went to an apartment to look at it, at least 3 other people where already there also looking at it.
I thought not having an US credit history would be less of an issue with an offer letter from Facebook in my hands. Not so much though. I applied for a couple of apartments and did not get to lease any of them. Since my motel was in Redwood City I had a rather long drive to San Francisco whenever I looked at an apartment. Add the cost for gas and the usual application fee, those trips to San Francisco quickly became expensive and very time consuming. So I decided to start looking in the Valley again.
By now my third week in the States had started. I had extended motel and car once again until the end of the week. And costs for the motel and especially for the car where cutting into my budget. I needed to return the rental car soon or it would eat up all my savings. The problem was, without a rental car, looking for an apartment is pure pain. And since my motel wasnât located very conveniently, I was depending on the car to get to work. Also, living in the motel was really beginning to stress me out. I needed to find an apartment very soon.
A glimpse of hopeâ¦
On Wednesday that week I went to a very nice and modern, freshly redone apartment in Menlo Park. The owner, Teresa, was very nice and we talked quite a bit about my German origin and my issues trying to find an apartment without having a US credit history. She explained to me, that her husband is also originally from Europe and that they faced exactly the same problems when he moved here. She was very appreciative and understanding. I applied for the apartment and was rather hopeful that it might work out this time.
The very next day while I was at work, listening to a tech talk, my phone rang. I left the room and answered the call. It was Mike, the realtor working with Teresa. He told me he had some good and some bad news for me. He started off by telling me the bad news: the apartment I looked at yesterday was already rented out to someone else. âDamn itâ, I thought. The good news however was, that the apartment right next to it was still available and I could have it. It is exactly the same apartment other than currently still being overhauled and redone. It would have the same nice bath, the same modern kitchen and the same big bed- and living rooms. The only drawback being that it would take another three weeks before it is ready for move-in. I was a bit reluctant. âThree weeks?â, I didnât want to wait that long to move out of the motel. Also, if I should stay in a motel, I would have to relocate to a more conveniently located one, so I could get to work without being dependent on the car, which was really eating away at my reserves. I thanked Mike for the offer and told him that I would think about it and call him back.
But really, what are three weeks of waiting, if you know youâll have an apartment for sure. Also the apartment was really nice, I liked it very much. So I headed back up to my desk and started looking for a motel closer to one of the shuttle pickups. And I found one. I rang them and asked if they had a room available for the next three weeks. And they had. Just 30 minutes after Mike called me, I rang him back. âHey Mike, Daniel here. I thought about your offer and I would like to accept itâ. Silence on the other end of the line.
âWellâ¦ thereâs one problemâ, he finally replied, âI have already leased it to some girl nowâ. What?! I was shocked. Stupid me. Why did I not immediately give him a clear yes?! What was I thinking?! I was so angry of myself that I nearly missed the consolation offer he made me: âHey look, I would love to give you the apartment. That girl agreed to sign the lease and pay the first monthâs rent as well as the security deposit by 5pm tomorrow evening. If she fails that deadline, youâll be the first person Iâll ringâ. âFair enough, I guess Iâll have to get lucky thenâ, I replied and hung up.
I was devastated. And so incredible angry at myself. How could I have missed this opportunity? Why was I so reluctant? This was the poster child of an epic fail.
The next day I was hardly able to get anything done at work. I constantly looked at the clock and wondered if Mike would call. I didnât believe in it, but I was so hoping he would give me that call I was waiting for.
Then, between 2 and 3pm my phone rang. It was Mike: âMust be your lucky day, the girl just canceled the dealâ. In that exact moment I was the happiest man on Earth. I couldnât believe my fortune and just replied âOh wow, thatâs great I guess!â. Mike replied âListen, Iâll need you to sign the lease by 5, latest 6pm today. And Iâll need payment for the first monthâs rent and the security deposit. Together thats 4,1000.00$. Either a cashierâs check or cash will do it. Do you have that money?â. Of course I didnât have that amount of money. But it was Friday. My first payday. I was waiting for my first paycheck to arrive at my desk the entire day. âNot right nowâ, I replied, âbut I should have my first paycheck by the early evening. I will be able to pay youâ. âGreat, see you this evening!â, Mike hung up.
So my paycheck should arrive on that Friday. Since I did not have a set address yet, I gave the address of the Facebook offices to deliver the check to. Usually we get mail delivered directly to our desk by noon. But on that Friday there was nothing. I kept waiting until maybe 3pm, when I started to ask other bootcampers if they knew anything about the paychecks. Nobody did. I wrote HR an email and asked when or where we would be able to get our paycheck. But the mail stranded in a ticket system without any sign of a soon reply. I was about to walk to where the HR desks where located to ask them personally when I found a thread in one of our internal bootcamp groups by someone asking the exact same question: where or when can we receive our paycheck? And somebody was actually able to answer it there: grab them in the lobby of building 10. So I packed my stuff and headed out to building 10 to grab my first paycheck.
I received two checks. A smaller one with my first 2 week payment. And a bigger one with my relocation bonus I got instead of a relocation package. So I had the money to pay the realtor. But these paychecks wonât cut it. Iâll need to turn them either into cash or a cashierâs check. So I headed out to the First Republic bank where I wanted to open an account anyway. I explained to the clerk that I wanted to open an account, deposit both checks and then have him pay me a cashierâs check for 4,100.00$. The clerk replied he could certainly open an account for me and deposit these checks there, but they wouldnât clear until a couple of days later and so he would not be able to issue me a cashierâs check. âDamn itâ, I thought again. âIs there no other option?!â I asked him. âWell, these checks are issued by Bank of America. They have a branch right across the street. They should be able to cash them for you right awayâ. I was so amazed by the kindliness and support by the clerk, that I opened an account with First Republic anyway and deposited the smaller of the two checks. The other one was more than enough to account for the apartment.
So I headed over to Bank of America. I explained to the girl at the counter that I just received my first paycheck and I needed the money immediately to pay for my lease. I asked her for a cashierâs check amounting 4,100.00$ and the rest either as a normal check or in cash. âWe can only give you a cashierâs check if you have an account with Bank of America. Do you have an account with Bank of America?â â¦ WTF?! Of course I did not have an account with Bank of America: âErmâ¦ noâ. âWould you like to open an account?â, she continued. âWell, actually I just opened an account with First Republic about 5 minutes agoâ¦â, I replied. And again she went on: âWell, we could pay you the check entirely in cash, if you like.â â¦ o.O
Like a gangster
About 10 minutes later she handed me an envelope with roughly 6,000.00 Dollars in cash. The envelope was so thick, it looked like it contained a fucking brick. I left the bank and got in my rental car. There I opened the envelope, looked inside and thought âWTF am I doing here, carrying around nearly 6,000$ in cash?!â. Whatever, it was close to 5pm. I wanted to be in time to meet Mike. So I drove to the apartment and stopped the car at the sidewalk. I had to count 4,100.00$ to pay Mike. So I did. Sitting in the car, I counted 41 100$ notes. I probably looked like some crack-selling gangster. I for sure felt like one. I packed Mikeâs money into the envelope and the rest into my backpack and went over to the apartment. Mike and Teresa where already waiting for me. Teresa was just as nice as always. I signed the lease and paid the money. Finally.
I headed out soon again though, since I still had to check-in at the new motel and also had to return the car. I arrived at the motel and agreed to rent a room for two weeks. Paying the 1,000.00$ upfront made every seventh day free, so I agreed to do that. I handed the lady my credit card. âIâm sorry Sirâ, she handed me back my credit card, âit wonât take itâ. I was perplex: âAre you sure? It should workâ¦ want to try it once more?â. But again: âNope, wonât accept itâ. Really? I was already figuring out which bridge Iâd choose as my home for the next three weeks, when it suddenly came to my mind: I have nearly 2,000.00$ cash in my backpack! âWould you mind if I paid cash?â, I asked her. âNot at allâ, she replied. Apparently itâs normal to motel owners that people with huge amounts of cash walk into their lobby and rent a room for two weeks. I, again, felt a bit awkward in this situation. However, I paid her, left my bags and stuff in my room and headed out to return the car at the airport.
About an hour later I was sitting in the Caltrain back to Menlo Park. This was a crazy day. This probably was the craziest day of my life. Renting an Apartment in Silicon Valley.