Howdy, Neighbor!
Can I just say that I am super fed up with communal living right now? Like, so fed up that I am ready to punch someone in the face? Living in a condo is admittedly perfect for us in a lot of ways right now, but the drawbacks are really making themselves known lately.
We have a neighbor (whom I will just call Neighbor) whose voice really carries, I guess, is the nice way to say it. Neighbor frequently talks on the phone and to other neighbors outside, at all hours. The problem is that this takes place near Olivia's bedroom window, and often the conversation is so loud that Leo and I can hear it word for word in our living room. Several weeks ago, Neighbor and some other neighbors were outside and being quite loud (in fact, I suspect they were drunk), so I went out to ask them to please be quiet, as it was half past eight in the evening, and Olivia was trying to sleep, and if I can hear them in my living room, I'm betting other people can as well. Anyway, Neighbor and the other neighbors were so loud that they didn't hear me, and so I literally had to shout at them to please be quiet. Incidentally, ever since then, Neighbor and her two closest neighbor pals have been totally passive-aggressive, won't say hello to us, and go out of their way to ignore us when they see us. Yeah, super mature, guys! You're in your forties, assholes, not high school! Again last night, Neighbor was outside, talking literally right outside Olivia's window, until after ten o'clock. It took every fucking bit of restraint I possess not to fling open the door and choke the shit out of Neighbor.
We have a new upstairs neighbor who moved in yesterday. This, unfortunately, meant that Olivia was woken from her nap by furniture being moved past her window on its way upstairs. Understandable, yes, and it's only one nap. What's NOT understandable or acceptable is New Upstairs Neighbor waking me up at quarter past five this morning, moving furniture, shoving boxes around, and dropping things left, right, and bloody center. Seriously? You have people living below you - have some fucking decency and give us until at least eight AM for crying out loud! And as I was lying here, not sleeping, I could swear I smelled laundry detergent. I asked Leo whether he could smell it, and sure enough, he smelled it as well. The smell is super pervasive, and when I opened our laundry room doors a little while later, I found out why. New Upstairs Neighbor must have been doing laundry early this morning, as our laundry room is hot and humid as hell, so much so that the walls are SWEATING with it. I also realized that our AC unit is up in the ceiling of the laundry room. Clearly upstairs must be leaking somewhere to make our laundry room like a sauna, and now every time the AC kicks on, we get smelly detergent scent from hell. I'm going to have to go upstairs and introduce myself now, just so I can ask whether their washer might be leaking. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
So I guess I'm off to shower and be a jerk to the New Upstairs Neighbor. Good practice for possible further confrontations with Neighbor, right? :(
We have a neighbor (whom I will just call Neighbor) whose voice really carries, I guess, is the nice way to say it. Neighbor frequently talks on the phone and to other neighbors outside, at all hours. The problem is that this takes place near Olivia's bedroom window, and often the conversation is so loud that Leo and I can hear it word for word in our living room. Several weeks ago, Neighbor and some other neighbors were outside and being quite loud (in fact, I suspect they were drunk), so I went out to ask them to please be quiet, as it was half past eight in the evening, and Olivia was trying to sleep, and if I can hear them in my living room, I'm betting other people can as well. Anyway, Neighbor and the other neighbors were so loud that they didn't hear me, and so I literally had to shout at them to please be quiet. Incidentally, ever since then, Neighbor and her two closest neighbor pals have been totally passive-aggressive, won't say hello to us, and go out of their way to ignore us when they see us. Yeah, super mature, guys! You're in your forties, assholes, not high school! Again last night, Neighbor was outside, talking literally right outside Olivia's window, until after ten o'clock. It took every fucking bit of restraint I possess not to fling open the door and choke the shit out of Neighbor.
We have a new upstairs neighbor who moved in yesterday. This, unfortunately, meant that Olivia was woken from her nap by furniture being moved past her window on its way upstairs. Understandable, yes, and it's only one nap. What's NOT understandable or acceptable is New Upstairs Neighbor waking me up at quarter past five this morning, moving furniture, shoving boxes around, and dropping things left, right, and bloody center. Seriously? You have people living below you - have some fucking decency and give us until at least eight AM for crying out loud! And as I was lying here, not sleeping, I could swear I smelled laundry detergent. I asked Leo whether he could smell it, and sure enough, he smelled it as well. The smell is super pervasive, and when I opened our laundry room doors a little while later, I found out why. New Upstairs Neighbor must have been doing laundry early this morning, as our laundry room is hot and humid as hell, so much so that the walls are SWEATING with it. I also realized that our AC unit is up in the ceiling of the laundry room. Clearly upstairs must be leaking somewhere to make our laundry room like a sauna, and now every time the AC kicks on, we get smelly detergent scent from hell. I'm going to have to go upstairs and introduce myself now, just so I can ask whether their washer might be leaking. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
So I guess I'm off to shower and be a jerk to the New Upstairs Neighbor. Good practice for possible further confrontations with Neighbor, right? :(