blas
11-29-2006, 04:38 PM
Ok, this may be bringing up the dead posts again, but blas has a problem.
As most of you know, I moved on the first of August this year. All was fine and dandy the first few weeks (except of course my computer access was very limited and so were laundry facilities)........but it was still livable, and much better than living with my parents and still having a *before midnight* curfew despite being almost 20....but I digress...
All was great and dandy until SHE and her children moved in.
SHE.....I really can't describe who SHE is because I've never gotten a really close look at her. But, fear not, I hear her EVERY move that she makes next door, along with every blood curdling scream that her children make (oh no, don't start with the "blas, children do scream", this time I feel for the children because I know that they aren't the problem).
Let's start with every morning. I come home from work and my parents house at about 8 am. The parking spot in the back next to mine is empty. I rejoice at the fact that nasty baby's mama isn't home. I turn up the heat, get in my robe, and slump onto the couch to enjoy some well earned after work R&R (considering I work for a living, and I deserve to be able to be lazy when I feel like it).
Then SHE comes home. I can always tell by the loud muffler (or...whatever is left of the muffler she has and the 20 holes in it....or non existent muffler, I can't tell, and never cared to look). Of course, I hear her *outside, mind you* yelling at her kids to get out of the car (because, for gosh sakes, the thought of having to HELP your infant and toddler out of their carseats is just terrible!) and I hear them tumble up the stairs. I hear her tromp like a horny stallion up the stairs and WHAAAAAM! She slams the door and the pots and pans on top of my fridge rattle. Sometimes the wall rattles. I now realize that my peace is gone.
For the rest of the day, all I hear is BANG, CRASH, BOOM, SLAM, CRACK, WHAAAAAAAM......SMACK.......SLAM SLAM SLAM! This woman is incapable of doing ANYTHING quietly. She literally slams her cabinets shut. She slams every door of her apartment when she leaves the said room. She literally tromps like a horse, maybe even an ELEPHANT, around her apartment......and all of that banging and slamming and tromping does shake things in my kitchen. Since all of the apartments are mirror images of each other, I would be amazed if her downstairs neighbor's ceiling fan hasn't came crashing down yet. I mean, if I'm angrier than a mob of hornets, I can only imagine the poor people who live right below her. If it's this bad from next door.....it's probably worse directly below!
She has made living there almost dreadful. Every morning I bring a pair of ear plugs from work home to sleep in.
I swear this woman is psychic, or the world of coincidence is present everytime I go to the bathroom. I swear, every time I go to the bathroom (even just to pee really quick), she knows I'm in there, and there she is on her side, slamming the door and tossing her kid into the tub. I have begun to sneak into the bathroom and barely shut the door and flush the toilet and run away before she can make any noise.
I had a really bad night at work a few weeks ago (those older people getting to me again). All I wanted to do was take a bubble bath. I actually laid in the tub and let the burning hot water and bubbles grow and grow with me in them. It felt great. For about 5 minutes, I shut my eyes and heard my favorite thing in the world: SILENCE.
Then I heard her bathroom door slam shut and a child go into the tub. I then heard her shouting "Knock it the fuck off!" "Quit it and take your fucking bath!" "I mean it, get back in the fucking tub!" and more and more f this and f that and blah blah blah.......I heard her kid screaming and her screaming and little arms and legs pounding on the tub (which I could feel on my side of the wall), and I got so angry I got out of the tub, pulled the plug, and took my shower door (the sliding kind) and flung it shut so hard that it went off of its railings and became uneven and wouldn't shut normally again *till my angry roomie fixed it, lol*. That noise rattled my entire bathroom and hopefully hers too. I know it wasn't the child's fault at all, poor thing, but I was furious that I couldn't enjoy a relaxing bath after a hard day because of her.
I soon discovered that turning the bathroom fan on works wonders. It's oddly very, very loud (which in most cases is annoying, but this fan prevents me from hearing anything except for when she throws stuff at the wall or pounds on things).
So now when I take a bath or shower or even put on my makeup, I put the fan on. Then I get into my bed with my earplugs in my ears. The ear plugs prevent me from hearing anything but pounding and tromping noises.
This is just sad, isn't it? I don't want to report her, because she'll know it's me (I think the reason she does half the stuff she does is....well, most likely she is just that angry and loud, but she knows I hate it *she's heard me yell "Knock it off!"* at her*, and does it even more). This isn't the best neighborhood, I don't want all the ghetto people after me.
I've gotten back at her good a few times, though. Other than the shower door.....one day, every time she slammed a door, I slammed one right back, and after about 5 minutes she stopped and didn't do it again until the next day........another time she was on a cabinet slamming spree, so I slammed all of mine open and shut over and over until she quit (for a few days). The last thing I did....for some reason she was throwing something around (it sounded like a garbage or recycling bag) and it kept hitting the wall. I took my pizza pan (you stick it in the oven to take out your pizza...everyone Italian must have one) and yelled, "OH MY GOD!" and whacked the wall really hard with it. Then I laughed and said "You HAVE to come see this spider I just killed!". Silence was had for another day or so.
Ok, enough of my waaaay too long sob story. Who else hates their neighbors? Anyone who has a roomate or lives in an apartment or duplex or condo or dorm room must share their stories!
I am not kidding....this is the neighbor from hell.
Oh, did I mention she has a friend(s?) that comes over.....and instead of parking in one of the extra, oh, two or three empty spots we have in the back, they park their car horizontal to my neighbors and my vertically parked cars, only more in front of mine, nearly blocking me in? Yup...and the dumb bitch knows I leave at the same time every night for work........
I hope she gets arrested for drug dealing or gets evicted. I'm running out of ideas and I'm going crazy. I'm lucky I can fall asleep and stay asleep long enough to keep myself up at night. It's not so bad that I want out, because I can't afford to break my lease.......I just want it to stop. This woman needs to realize that there are other people who live here, too......some of us like peace and quiet and want to SLEEP!
As most of you know, I moved on the first of August this year. All was fine and dandy the first few weeks (except of course my computer access was very limited and so were laundry facilities)........but it was still livable, and much better than living with my parents and still having a *before midnight* curfew despite being almost 20....but I digress...
All was great and dandy until SHE and her children moved in.
SHE.....I really can't describe who SHE is because I've never gotten a really close look at her. But, fear not, I hear her EVERY move that she makes next door, along with every blood curdling scream that her children make (oh no, don't start with the "blas, children do scream", this time I feel for the children because I know that they aren't the problem).
Let's start with every morning. I come home from work and my parents house at about 8 am. The parking spot in the back next to mine is empty. I rejoice at the fact that nasty baby's mama isn't home. I turn up the heat, get in my robe, and slump onto the couch to enjoy some well earned after work R&R (considering I work for a living, and I deserve to be able to be lazy when I feel like it).
Then SHE comes home. I can always tell by the loud muffler (or...whatever is left of the muffler she has and the 20 holes in it....or non existent muffler, I can't tell, and never cared to look). Of course, I hear her *outside, mind you* yelling at her kids to get out of the car (because, for gosh sakes, the thought of having to HELP your infant and toddler out of their carseats is just terrible!) and I hear them tumble up the stairs. I hear her tromp like a horny stallion up the stairs and WHAAAAAM! She slams the door and the pots and pans on top of my fridge rattle. Sometimes the wall rattles. I now realize that my peace is gone.
For the rest of the day, all I hear is BANG, CRASH, BOOM, SLAM, CRACK, WHAAAAAAAM......SMACK.......SLAM SLAM SLAM! This woman is incapable of doing ANYTHING quietly. She literally slams her cabinets shut. She slams every door of her apartment when she leaves the said room. She literally tromps like a horse, maybe even an ELEPHANT, around her apartment......and all of that banging and slamming and tromping does shake things in my kitchen. Since all of the apartments are mirror images of each other, I would be amazed if her downstairs neighbor's ceiling fan hasn't came crashing down yet. I mean, if I'm angrier than a mob of hornets, I can only imagine the poor people who live right below her. If it's this bad from next door.....it's probably worse directly below!
She has made living there almost dreadful. Every morning I bring a pair of ear plugs from work home to sleep in.
I swear this woman is psychic, or the world of coincidence is present everytime I go to the bathroom. I swear, every time I go to the bathroom (even just to pee really quick), she knows I'm in there, and there she is on her side, slamming the door and tossing her kid into the tub. I have begun to sneak into the bathroom and barely shut the door and flush the toilet and run away before she can make any noise.
I had a really bad night at work a few weeks ago (those older people getting to me again). All I wanted to do was take a bubble bath. I actually laid in the tub and let the burning hot water and bubbles grow and grow with me in them. It felt great. For about 5 minutes, I shut my eyes and heard my favorite thing in the world: SILENCE.
Then I heard her bathroom door slam shut and a child go into the tub. I then heard her shouting "Knock it the fuck off!" "Quit it and take your fucking bath!" "I mean it, get back in the fucking tub!" and more and more f this and f that and blah blah blah.......I heard her kid screaming and her screaming and little arms and legs pounding on the tub (which I could feel on my side of the wall), and I got so angry I got out of the tub, pulled the plug, and took my shower door (the sliding kind) and flung it shut so hard that it went off of its railings and became uneven and wouldn't shut normally again *till my angry roomie fixed it, lol*. That noise rattled my entire bathroom and hopefully hers too. I know it wasn't the child's fault at all, poor thing, but I was furious that I couldn't enjoy a relaxing bath after a hard day because of her.
I soon discovered that turning the bathroom fan on works wonders. It's oddly very, very loud (which in most cases is annoying, but this fan prevents me from hearing anything except for when she throws stuff at the wall or pounds on things).
So now when I take a bath or shower or even put on my makeup, I put the fan on. Then I get into my bed with my earplugs in my ears. The ear plugs prevent me from hearing anything but pounding and tromping noises.
This is just sad, isn't it? I don't want to report her, because she'll know it's me (I think the reason she does half the stuff she does is....well, most likely she is just that angry and loud, but she knows I hate it *she's heard me yell "Knock it off!"* at her*, and does it even more). This isn't the best neighborhood, I don't want all the ghetto people after me.
I've gotten back at her good a few times, though. Other than the shower door.....one day, every time she slammed a door, I slammed one right back, and after about 5 minutes she stopped and didn't do it again until the next day........another time she was on a cabinet slamming spree, so I slammed all of mine open and shut over and over until she quit (for a few days). The last thing I did....for some reason she was throwing something around (it sounded like a garbage or recycling bag) and it kept hitting the wall. I took my pizza pan (you stick it in the oven to take out your pizza...everyone Italian must have one) and yelled, "OH MY GOD!" and whacked the wall really hard with it. Then I laughed and said "You HAVE to come see this spider I just killed!". Silence was had for another day or so.
Ok, enough of my waaaay too long sob story. Who else hates their neighbors? Anyone who has a roomate or lives in an apartment or duplex or condo or dorm room must share their stories!
I am not kidding....this is the neighbor from hell.
Oh, did I mention she has a friend(s?) that comes over.....and instead of parking in one of the extra, oh, two or three empty spots we have in the back, they park their car horizontal to my neighbors and my vertically parked cars, only more in front of mine, nearly blocking me in? Yup...and the dumb bitch knows I leave at the same time every night for work........
I hope she gets arrested for drug dealing or gets evicted. I'm running out of ideas and I'm going crazy. I'm lucky I can fall asleep and stay asleep long enough to keep myself up at night. It's not so bad that I want out, because I can't afford to break my lease.......I just want it to stop. This woman needs to realize that there are other people who live here, too......some of us like peace and quiet and want to SLEEP!