Neighbor Woes
Okay, first of all, that was weird. I just opened up the Update window and LJ wanted to know if it should restore from saved draft. I don't remember working on a draft, but I said sure. It brought up a post from three weeks ago! Bizarre.
Anyway, I just got off the phone with Mr. Landlord and guess what? Our entire house is a no-smoking property! That's right, Downstairs Bastards. You're not supposed to be smoking at all, cigarette or your "special" herbal varieties.
rm_renfield wrote you a very polite note last month, and thing got marginally better before they got worse again.
Seriously, last night I turned the fan on in my bathroom while I showered and I actually had to turn it off and open the door because the entire space reeked so badly of pot that I was afraid I'd start feeling effects!
When I got home last night from a bar, the first, overwhelming thought I had was that our apartment stinks of smoke. UNACCEPTABLE, you ... I promised myself I wasn't going to swear in this post.
Mr. Landlord said to leave another note (yeah, real effective), but this time say that I'm going to call the cops next time I smell pot ... and then do so. It's a little satisfying to think about that. He also said that they are temporary subletters and they'll be gone by June, thank $DIETY. Can't be soon enough. If it's still a problem when he gets back into town, he'll talk to them.
Then again, he lives on a different time scale than we do. We've been waiting for him to fix the kitchen drawers since we moved in almost eight months ago. I reminded him again today, along with the fact that we're down to one garbage can for all three units in the house. I believe him when he says he intends to do these things. I just don't believe he'll do them. Sigh.
Anyway, I just got off the phone with Mr. Landlord and guess what? Our entire house is a no-smoking property! That's right, Downstairs Bastards. You're not supposed to be smoking at all, cigarette or your "special" herbal varieties.
rm_renfield wrote you a very polite note last month, and thing got marginally better before they got worse again.
Seriously, last night I turned the fan on in my bathroom while I showered and I actually had to turn it off and open the door because the entire space reeked so badly of pot that I was afraid I'd start feeling effects!
When I got home last night from a bar, the first, overwhelming thought I had was that our apartment stinks of smoke. UNACCEPTABLE, you ... I promised myself I wasn't going to swear in this post.
Mr. Landlord said to leave another note (yeah, real effective), but this time say that I'm going to call the cops next time I smell pot ... and then do so. It's a little satisfying to think about that. He also said that they are temporary subletters and they'll be gone by June, thank $DIETY. Can't be soon enough. If it's still a problem when he gets back into town, he'll talk to them.
Then again, he lives on a different time scale than we do. We've been waiting for him to fix the kitchen drawers since we moved in almost eight months ago. I reminded him again today, along with the fact that we're down to one garbage can for all three units in the house. I believe him when he says he intends to do these things. I just don't believe he'll do them. Sigh.