No fancy title, my brain doesn't seem to be functioning at full capacity today.
My eyes popped open at 2:58 this morning, haven't been able to sleep since.
And on a day when I can't eat til after my first part of the stress test, too.
Oh well. Showered, shampooed, mostly dressed, tidied up a bit, and sitting here, sipping water, waiting for the sun to come up.
Hope everyone has a nice day.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I have a bunch of drug over-doing neighbours who are noise sensitive when they are strung out. I live in a 1930s building with paper walls (I can tell what is on a pizza 3 rooms down and thank God I don't live next to gamers). He was knocking at my door last night because he could hear my tv. I don't answer it anymore (building manager has already confirmed that there is no excessive noise and that there is nothing that can be done about the walls for them) so he pitched a screaming fit in the hallway calling me a bitch (sure the neighbours loved that one!).
He left me a passive aggressive 'I didnt get enough sleep so I'm probably going to die at work' note. Other fun part? HE DOESN'T LIVE HERE.
I quite politely explained that its true that our lifestyles do not match, and I apologized for that while reminding him that I still get to use my apartment regarding my schedule, not his. I also noted that banging on my door and screaming in the hallway are winning him zero points. Then I offered to buy him ear plugs.
I would, but he's known for his aggressive and intimidating behaviour. And (no proof) when people tangle with him their car in the parking lot suffers some damage (keyed, flat tires). A pretty reliable pattern. I need my car.
I've just told him to talk to the building manager. She's already told them there's nothing that can be done and they're going to have to deal.
He was all bitchy about how his job is super dangerous and he has to be alert and because of me he is in danger of injury. I should have reminded him that if his job is so dangerous to life and limb he should get another job. Or smoke less weed. Weed is not known to enhance alertness. (you'd think he'd sleep better, wouldn't you?)
Next time he bangs on the door, open it and blow it in his face, then close the door.
Back from today's round.
Stress test over, and, man, was it rough.
I'm still nauseous, my head and chest is hurting, and I can't get the taste of the meds out of my mouth.
I need a nap.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I’m sorry lily, hope you feel better after you get some rest, hope you have some sprite or ginger ale, both are good for nauseous stomach. If your neighbors are doing drugs I wouldn’t confront them, better ignore them and report them to your landlord.
I’m sorry lily, hope you feel better after you get some rest, hope you have some sprite or ginger ale, both are good for nauseous stomach. If your neighbors are doing drugs I wouldn’t confront them, better ignore them and report them to your landlord.
Yup. Every time. With pictures and witnesses if I can. Time and date log.
I go back to the same doctor tomorrow, so if I'm still feeling bad, I'll talk to him about it.
Tig, I don't know how it works there, but here calling the police and making a formal complaint would build a lovely, and reliable in future possible altercations, paper trail that could be beneficial in your favor.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I go back to the same doctor tomorrow, so if I'm still feeling bad, I'll talk to him about it.
Tig, I don't know how it works there, but here calling the police and making a formal complaint would build a lovely, and reliable in future possible altercations, paper trail that could be beneficial in your favor.
I will have no problem doing that with the least bit of provocation. I'm also going to make sure I have my phone near the door so I can record his yelling. If I get enough stuff I can make a harassment claim.
Not that it really matters in the long run, because I'm going to move in May anyways, but I don't want to have to deal with this bull**** until then. There is another stoner in the building who I have a good relationship with so I'm going to see if he will talk to them. He knows that the building walls are crap - maybe he'll be able to tell them to deal.
