Old as the hills
I am obviously a 24-year-old fuddy-duddy. But a month ago, my apartment complex was a stable, family-friendly locale. The loudest noise was kids playing and only occasionally drunk couples fighting after a night of partying. The only students were quiet and kind, the most raucous bashes were evening barbecues, and winged fairies delivered our mail.
But now my building is teen town! Yay! The folks right next to me (apartment which has been empty for two years now) have a screaming baby, but that isn't stopping them from having the lamest, loudest and least respectful party imaginable, mostly in front of my door. Meanwhile, the kids who just moved in downstairs have been baked for like three days. It's good that all three of them fall asleep on the couch after so much weed, because it's a one-bedroom apartment.
WTF, apartment manager. WTF.
But now my building is teen town! Yay! The folks right next to me (apartment which has been empty for two years now) have a screaming baby, but that isn't stopping them from having the lamest, loudest and least respectful party imaginable, mostly in front of my door. Meanwhile, the kids who just moved in downstairs have been baked for like three days. It's good that all three of them fall asleep on the couch after so much weed, because it's a one-bedroom apartment.
WTF, apartment manager. WTF.