I'm gonna go postal, I swear. . .
The people who moved in upstairs from me have kids. Three of them, in fact. They let these kids run and jump off the bed, pound on the heating pipes and generally make a metric fuck ton of noise until midnight most nights. I understand a certain amount of boisterous activity is going to occur and headboards occasionally knock, and truth be told during waking hours it's not a big deal so long as stuff isn't actually falling OFF the walls. However until midnight my window frames and plates on the walls are literally rattling. I don't live in a loud building, it was one of my considerations in choosing this apartment. These people must have elephants up there, I don't understand how such small children even have the weight to make the noise they do.
Last night I finally lost it in anticipation of another late night and, expected early morning. It's been getting steadily worse and the thought of stumbling into work bleary eyed was not appealing, unfortunately ear plugs foster ear infections (in me anyway) and I don't like that I can't hear Hannah with them in. At any rate, at 9:30 I went upstairs, knocked on their door three times and after no response actually rang their doorbell, (no one does this around here because the things make you jump out of your skin they are so loud) which they finally heard. I explained that I had to be to work in the morning and requested they please keep it down, the guy just shrugged and said "we have small children." Which, apparently, is code for "wild animals." We have cement floors, I have never, ever in my time here heard my neighbors before, and the people who had the apartment prior also had small children. Tonight to prove they don't give a damn they have the rap blasting full throttle complete with ghetto bass.
These are the same people who turned on their bathroom sink and then fell asleep, flooding the three apartments below theirs, they are not on my happy fun list as is. I felt bad for the apartment management on that one and kept my mouth shut in spite of the fact I had to throw out everything in Hannah's bathroom because it was soaked with orange-tinted water filled with globs of insulation, not the healthiest thing in the world, even three months later her bathroom is musty and I haven't been able to get the orange stains out of her tub. Never did they apologize, or acknowledge in any way that they were idiots, which didn't bug me too much at the time, but now I'm thinking it's symptomatic of . . . them.
I want to try one last thing before I go to Management. I have a pretty good record for not being a complainer other then when the ice buildup in the parking lot got so bad recently I literally tore the undercarriage of my car bottoming out on the ruts. Our management is pretty cool, I'm thinking that tomorrow, when the life sucking vampire family sleeps, I'm going to turn on my most rambunctious punk full blast then leave for the day, then call management and let them know what I've done. Knowing that these tenants are not on their happy fun list either and everyone else that shares a wall with me is at work, (and bottom line is they can talk to them, but that's all they can do, and these folks apparently don't give a damn so I think that would be pointless)I may have to take care of this myself. The other option is to have Lenny escort me up there next time and look big and tattooed and wild eyed while I make the same request. Unless, of course, you beautiful people have any better ideas that would drive home the point they need to have an iota of consideration and reign in there effing kids?
Last night I finally lost it in anticipation of another late night and, expected early morning. It's been getting steadily worse and the thought of stumbling into work bleary eyed was not appealing, unfortunately ear plugs foster ear infections (in me anyway) and I don't like that I can't hear Hannah with them in. At any rate, at 9:30 I went upstairs, knocked on their door three times and after no response actually rang their doorbell, (no one does this around here because the things make you jump out of your skin they are so loud) which they finally heard. I explained that I had to be to work in the morning and requested they please keep it down, the guy just shrugged and said "we have small children." Which, apparently, is code for "wild animals." We have cement floors, I have never, ever in my time here heard my neighbors before, and the people who had the apartment prior also had small children. Tonight to prove they don't give a damn they have the rap blasting full throttle complete with ghetto bass.
These are the same people who turned on their bathroom sink and then fell asleep, flooding the three apartments below theirs, they are not on my happy fun list as is. I felt bad for the apartment management on that one and kept my mouth shut in spite of the fact I had to throw out everything in Hannah's bathroom because it was soaked with orange-tinted water filled with globs of insulation, not the healthiest thing in the world, even three months later her bathroom is musty and I haven't been able to get the orange stains out of her tub. Never did they apologize, or acknowledge in any way that they were idiots, which didn't bug me too much at the time, but now I'm thinking it's symptomatic of . . . them.
I want to try one last thing before I go to Management. I have a pretty good record for not being a complainer other then when the ice buildup in the parking lot got so bad recently I literally tore the undercarriage of my car bottoming out on the ruts. Our management is pretty cool, I'm thinking that tomorrow, when the life sucking vampire family sleeps, I'm going to turn on my most rambunctious punk full blast then leave for the day, then call management and let them know what I've done. Knowing that these tenants are not on their happy fun list either and everyone else that shares a wall with me is at work, (and bottom line is they can talk to them, but that's all they can do, and these folks apparently don't give a damn so I think that would be pointless)I may have to take care of this myself. The other option is to have Lenny escort me up there next time and look big and tattooed and wild eyed while I make the same request. Unless, of course, you beautiful people have any better ideas that would drive home the point they need to have an iota of consideration and reign in there effing kids?