What You Missed: Part II, "Neighbor/Work Drama & Thanksgiving"
What You Missed: Part II, "Neighbor/Work Drama & Thanksgiving"
Remember my lovely downstairs neighbors who left a note bitching about footsteps from me getting up at night to pee? Yeah. I was harassed by one of them not long after that when I was trying to get in my car in the morning to go to work. And then, a couple of weeks ago, we had another note taped to our door. It was like 3/4 sheet long typed, single-spaced. I wish I was kidding, but unfortunately I'm not.
The note went on and on about how annoying it is that there are footsteps from upstairs, blah blah blah. I decide to call management and tell them that the neighbors are bat-shit crazy and that they won't leave us alone, despite the fact that we've (nicely) told them repeatedly there's nothing we can do. Management totally sides with us and tells us that we're making a reasonable amount of noise. They plan on contacting our neighbors and say that if we have any more problems to call back.
That next Sunday morning, 8 AM. I am in my jammies with my coffee, about to sit down and talk with my brother on the phone. Knock knock knock. Zack gets the door and it's (surprise!) one of our downstairs neighbors. I listen to the conversation for maybe a minute or two, then tell my brother to hold on a sec because I have to tear someone a new one. Downstairs guy is saying that he thinks I'm doing exercise at 2 or 3am because of the footsteps on the floor. Yes, you genius - your pregnant neighbor wakes up in the middle of the night to do Tae-Bo just to piss you off.
Since I've already mentioned my pregnancy to them 3 times at this point, I flat out told him that I have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and pee, because I'm pregnant. He asks if there's anything I can do about it (!). I reply that my hands are sort of tied. This goes on in circles for about ten minutes, he gets annoyed when I mention that we've already contacted management and that they agree with us, etc. Frankly, I was much, much, MUCH nicer to him than I should have been. As soon as he leaves, I call management who apologize and are obviously pretty irritated with our neighbors. They say they'll contact them ASAP.
That's where it's been left at...for now. They have been trying to be louder on purpose by slamming their cupboards and things, which I find pretty amusing. Some people, though. Don't they have anything better to do?
Just a note: At work last week one of evil senior's pals said she was looking at my "big fat belly". Yes, she used those words out loud in front of others, while we were in the workplace. And then she laughed. I was so shocked that I just laughed it off, but I seriously wanted to smack her. I must mention, she is at least 75-100lbs overweight and as one of my work buddies put it "you're pregnant, what's her excuse?". This woman seems to hate me out of jealousy...I usually wouldn't say that about anyone, but she makes it pretty obvious. She's an unhappy, aged, overweight, disliked divorcee. But I just keep my happy face plastered on because I know she can't stand it (or the fact that she can't get under my skin). Yikes.
Thanksgiving was mostly good. The drive there and back was insane, though. Typically it takes 7-8 hours each way, but this time it took 9.5 hours each way. A LOT of junk food was consumed. I managed to finish my costume in time to enter the competition in LA, from which I took home awards for Best Characterization and Best Workmanship. The workmanship award is especially a big deal - it felt really great to get recognized for my talent and hard work, although getting on stage in front of 300+ people nearly made me piss myself. And now? Coming up with concepts for my next costume!
More to come in What You Missed: Part III, "What Birthday? & The Christmas Tree of Doom".
Remember my lovely downstairs neighbors who left a note bitching about footsteps from me getting up at night to pee? Yeah. I was harassed by one of them not long after that when I was trying to get in my car in the morning to go to work. And then, a couple of weeks ago, we had another note taped to our door. It was like 3/4 sheet long typed, single-spaced. I wish I was kidding, but unfortunately I'm not.
The note went on and on about how annoying it is that there are footsteps from upstairs, blah blah blah. I decide to call management and tell them that the neighbors are bat-shit crazy and that they won't leave us alone, despite the fact that we've (nicely) told them repeatedly there's nothing we can do. Management totally sides with us and tells us that we're making a reasonable amount of noise. They plan on contacting our neighbors and say that if we have any more problems to call back.
That next Sunday morning, 8 AM. I am in my jammies with my coffee, about to sit down and talk with my brother on the phone. Knock knock knock. Zack gets the door and it's (surprise!) one of our downstairs neighbors. I listen to the conversation for maybe a minute or two, then tell my brother to hold on a sec because I have to tear someone a new one. Downstairs guy is saying that he thinks I'm doing exercise at 2 or 3am because of the footsteps on the floor. Yes, you genius - your pregnant neighbor wakes up in the middle of the night to do Tae-Bo just to piss you off.
Since I've already mentioned my pregnancy to them 3 times at this point, I flat out told him that I have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and pee, because I'm pregnant. He asks if there's anything I can do about it (!). I reply that my hands are sort of tied. This goes on in circles for about ten minutes, he gets annoyed when I mention that we've already contacted management and that they agree with us, etc. Frankly, I was much, much, MUCH nicer to him than I should have been. As soon as he leaves, I call management who apologize and are obviously pretty irritated with our neighbors. They say they'll contact them ASAP.
That's where it's been left at...for now. They have been trying to be louder on purpose by slamming their cupboards and things, which I find pretty amusing. Some people, though. Don't they have anything better to do?
Just a note: At work last week one of evil senior's pals said she was looking at my "big fat belly". Yes, she used those words out loud in front of others, while we were in the workplace. And then she laughed. I was so shocked that I just laughed it off, but I seriously wanted to smack her. I must mention, she is at least 75-100lbs overweight and as one of my work buddies put it "you're pregnant, what's her excuse?". This woman seems to hate me out of jealousy...I usually wouldn't say that about anyone, but she makes it pretty obvious. She's an unhappy, aged, overweight, disliked divorcee. But I just keep my happy face plastered on because I know she can't stand it (or the fact that she can't get under my skin). Yikes.
Thanksgiving was mostly good. The drive there and back was insane, though. Typically it takes 7-8 hours each way, but this time it took 9.5 hours each way. A LOT of junk food was consumed. I managed to finish my costume in time to enter the competition in LA, from which I took home awards for Best Characterization and Best Workmanship. The workmanship award is especially a big deal - it felt really great to get recognized for my talent and hard work, although getting on stage in front of 300+ people nearly made me piss myself. And now? Coming up with concepts for my next costume!
More to come in What You Missed: Part III, "What Birthday? & The Christmas Tree of Doom".