How annoying.
I think my neighbor just got surround sound or something. Because my wall has been shaking with this BOOM sound like thunder for the last 18 hours. It sounds like a mixture of thunder, cars driving across the roof, someone moving furniture, and a guy getting punched in the stomach. Repeatedly.
I told my apartment manager about it today. She said she thought she knew who it was, and said she'd call him and see if he could turn it down.
Half an hour later my floor and wall were still vibrating, so I went over there again and asked if she found anything out.
"I called him but the number was disconnected, so I didn't get very far with that one."
Oh, so I guess that means that's the end of then huh?
Yeah that kinda cheesed me off.
So I told her it was still going on and that I wanted to take a nap in half an hour, and that this isn't something my white noise headphones can block out since THE APARTMENT IS VIBRATING, so she said she'd go over there. A moment later she knocked on my door, said it wasn't that guy, and that she didn't know where it was coming from. She listened with me and said she still didn't know where it was coming from, and pretty much gave me this "well there isn't anything I can do" stuff.
I wasn't being mean or anything, but I made it clear that I didn't consider it an "oh well" situation. I told her it can't be a case of "I can't figure out where it's coming from so there's nothing we can do about it." I don't have gnomes in my ceiling. There are a limited number of suspects. Someone is home right now doing it. The answer is to go find out who it is and make them stop.
I told her I'd just let her know when it is happening and maybe that will help her narrow it down. But I'm really pretty annoyed. You can't just shrug at your resident and tell her she's just going to have to live with feeling like there is a revving Harley in the closet.
I told her I understand that this is apartment living and it's a community situation. But nobody has the right to make that kind of noise for that long. It's one thing if someone's moving in and they spend a few hours nailing stuff into the wall. Because that ends. It's finite. And understandable. It's even understandable if once in a while they have a party or watch a movie whose sound effects make it through the wall. But not this Mortal Kombat for ten hours straight or whatever the hell that is coming through my wall. It needs to stop. And I don't care that it's only 4:30 in the afternoon, because I sleep in the day. Often.
Hey, while I'm talking about stuff that pisses me off, why not mention this? One of my managers was on the warpath yesterday and she barked at me for something stupid. We have a cordless phone and it was assigned to me for the day, and just this week its little clip broke. I used to always use the clip to fasten it to my apron so it would be with me. Since the clip isn't on it anymore, I put it on the cart I was using while I processed some voided books. Then a customer came up and asked me a question, and I forgot the phone as I went to another part of the bookstore to show her what she needed.
Of course that is when the phone rang, and of course that is when nobody else in the store can be bothered to walk to Customer Service while I am busy and help whoever's calling.
After I was freed of the customer and was walking back to the desk, my manager encountered me and said, "Did you get the phone?"
"I accidentally left it on my cart, I'm going to get it now," I said. "I forgot it because I'm used to the little clippy thing and now it's broken."
"Well," she said, "can we NOT do that??"
Yes, ma'am. I promise to NEVER EVER MAKE A MISTAKE AGAIN IN MY LIFE. Fuck.
Anyway, here's something happy.
You're a pantser, someone who "writes by the
seat of her pants." You're the type of a
writer who has a brilliant story idea, and
runs with it. You're very creative, with the
source of your creativity in spontaneity.
Outlines bring you down, and you could never
write a story if you knew ahead of time how
it was going to end. You're a free spirit who
writes as whimsy inspires you without
worrying overly much what others will think.
What Kind of a Writer Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Don't know how accurate that is since lots of the Quizilla tests seem overly simplified and don't really have the choices I would pick, much like a teen magazine test, but hey, some of it applies to me.
Have a day.
I told my apartment manager about it today. She said she thought she knew who it was, and said she'd call him and see if he could turn it down.
Half an hour later my floor and wall were still vibrating, so I went over there again and asked if she found anything out.
"I called him but the number was disconnected, so I didn't get very far with that one."
Oh, so I guess that means that's the end of then huh?
Yeah that kinda cheesed me off.
So I told her it was still going on and that I wanted to take a nap in half an hour, and that this isn't something my white noise headphones can block out since THE APARTMENT IS VIBRATING, so she said she'd go over there. A moment later she knocked on my door, said it wasn't that guy, and that she didn't know where it was coming from. She listened with me and said she still didn't know where it was coming from, and pretty much gave me this "well there isn't anything I can do" stuff.
I wasn't being mean or anything, but I made it clear that I didn't consider it an "oh well" situation. I told her it can't be a case of "I can't figure out where it's coming from so there's nothing we can do about it." I don't have gnomes in my ceiling. There are a limited number of suspects. Someone is home right now doing it. The answer is to go find out who it is and make them stop.
I told her I'd just let her know when it is happening and maybe that will help her narrow it down. But I'm really pretty annoyed. You can't just shrug at your resident and tell her she's just going to have to live with feeling like there is a revving Harley in the closet.
I told her I understand that this is apartment living and it's a community situation. But nobody has the right to make that kind of noise for that long. It's one thing if someone's moving in and they spend a few hours nailing stuff into the wall. Because that ends. It's finite. And understandable. It's even understandable if once in a while they have a party or watch a movie whose sound effects make it through the wall. But not this Mortal Kombat for ten hours straight or whatever the hell that is coming through my wall. It needs to stop. And I don't care that it's only 4:30 in the afternoon, because I sleep in the day. Often.
Hey, while I'm talking about stuff that pisses me off, why not mention this? One of my managers was on the warpath yesterday and she barked at me for something stupid. We have a cordless phone and it was assigned to me for the day, and just this week its little clip broke. I used to always use the clip to fasten it to my apron so it would be with me. Since the clip isn't on it anymore, I put it on the cart I was using while I processed some voided books. Then a customer came up and asked me a question, and I forgot the phone as I went to another part of the bookstore to show her what she needed.
Of course that is when the phone rang, and of course that is when nobody else in the store can be bothered to walk to Customer Service while I am busy and help whoever's calling.
After I was freed of the customer and was walking back to the desk, my manager encountered me and said, "Did you get the phone?"
"I accidentally left it on my cart, I'm going to get it now," I said. "I forgot it because I'm used to the little clippy thing and now it's broken."
"Well," she said, "can we NOT do that??"
Yes, ma'am. I promise to NEVER EVER MAKE A MISTAKE AGAIN IN MY LIFE. Fuck.
Anyway, here's something happy.
You're a pantser, someone who "writes by the
seat of her pants." You're the type of a
writer who has a brilliant story idea, and
runs with it. You're very creative, with the
source of your creativity in spontaneity.
Outlines bring you down, and you could never
write a story if you knew ahead of time how
it was going to end. You're a free spirit who
writes as whimsy inspires you without
worrying overly much what others will think.
What Kind of a Writer Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Don't know how accurate that is since lots of the Quizilla tests seem overly simplified and don't really have the choices I would pick, much like a teen magazine test, but hey, some of it applies to me.
Have a day.