Early monring complaint
Dec. 8th, 2007 07:52 amAdam and I live in a beautiful apartment building - spacious, detailed, well-kept, and affordable due to the noise and mediocre to crappy street we live on. The traffic noise gets me down from time to time; if people stand outside under the windows (the apts start on the second floor) I can still hear every word being spoken. But, all in all it is not nearly as frustrating as the upstairs neighbors.
Normally, among well adjusted adults, if one apt is being too loud you can go knock on the door and say "Hey, can you please turn down the music/tv/party/etc.?" Every single other place I've lived in this has worked and worked well.
Not with the weirdos that live upstairs. Old building = thin floors. L and E who live directly upstairs have explicitly told us, and the building managers, that we are not to knock on their door. We are to communicate with the building managers, who in turn will then contact L and E. We have tried to knock on their door personally but enormous L came down and yelled at us. It was honestly scary. So what am I supposed to do on a Sat morning, at 7.30, when L and E's tv is so loud I can hear the movie they are watching like it is in my own apt? L likes things that blow up. This is a common theme. I can't wake our kind managers and tell them to tell L and E to turn down their tv..... I should be able to knock on L and E's door, like an adult.
I am so pissed that my quiet Sat morning cup of tea now involves the voice of what sounds like a man in a 50s documentary and occasional explosions. Fuckers.
And don't get me started on whatever it is they keep in a cage and yell at periodically to shut up and then violently shake the cage until it does (I'm guessing, since I've never heard a peep of what is supposedly so loud).
Normally, among well adjusted adults, if one apt is being too loud you can go knock on the door and say "Hey, can you please turn down the music/tv/party/etc.?" Every single other place I've lived in this has worked and worked well.
Not with the weirdos that live upstairs. Old building = thin floors. L and E who live directly upstairs have explicitly told us, and the building managers, that we are not to knock on their door. We are to communicate with the building managers, who in turn will then contact L and E. We have tried to knock on their door personally but enormous L came down and yelled at us. It was honestly scary. So what am I supposed to do on a Sat morning, at 7.30, when L and E's tv is so loud I can hear the movie they are watching like it is in my own apt? L likes things that blow up. This is a common theme. I can't wake our kind managers and tell them to tell L and E to turn down their tv..... I should be able to knock on L and E's door, like an adult.
I am so pissed that my quiet Sat morning cup of tea now involves the voice of what sounds like a man in a 50s documentary and occasional explosions. Fuckers.
And don't get me started on whatever it is they keep in a cage and yell at periodically to shut up and then violently shake the cage until it does (I'm guessing, since I've never heard a peep of what is supposedly so loud).