Friday, April 25, 2014

T is for Time



Time is a very precious thing.  It is one of those things you cannot get back so it must be utilized wisely.  The one thing that is worst that a person wasting time is when another person causes time to be wasted.

Just recently, after many months of one of the apartments (rooms in the house) being empty, new people moved into Apartment Four.

Let me back up and explain the living arrangement.

I'm in one of those houses that's considered a historical house.  What you see a lot of where I live at is where certain segments of the houses are rented out as apartments.  This particular house is divided into six apartments.


Apartment One: The very back (basement)
Apartment Two: The right
Apartment Three:  Left 1st floor
Apartments Four & Five: Left 2nd Floor
Apartment Six:  The very top (attic)

I'm at the very top.  It's inconvenient in the summer because I have to use more air to keep cool, but very convenient in the winter because I need less heat to stay warm. (heat floats upwards and such)

Now that we have a visual--back to the story.

The new people moving in were quite loud.  I was willing to let some of it go when they first arrived.  The whole getting adjusted and celebrating: I get that.  

It has become a constant thing.  I don't know what noise is being made during the day because I'm at work.  Yet they get wound up at around 8:30-9:00 at night.  During this time, the Sweetie is making his way to work and I'm the one up in the apartment.  The noises consist of but are not limited to the following:

  • A small ass dog (think rat dog) constantly barking:  Keep in mind that initially dogs weren't allowed to be on the premises
  • Loud bumping, banging and slamming: I swear they are either wrestling, fighting or doing demolition work
  • Loud ass talking: I am able to tell you the name of the guy this chic is having sex with, what time she's getting her nails done, when she's cussing out her kid--the whole nine


This is what I've had to deal with ever since they have moved here.  I reached my breaking point last night heading into this morning.  

The dog barked for almost two hours straight.  Loud cussing, talking and carrying on.  Although my body made it to the bedroom by 11:30, I did not get to sleep until almost 3.  

This morning--functioning on a little less than four hours of sleep, I wrote my "delightful" neighbors a little "love note", asking them to turn the volume down on the constant noise.  They are going to act in one of two ways.  If I err on the side of optimism, they will keep the noise down and we can all live happily ever after.

Yet, it seems everyone who has ever lived in Apt. 4 previously has given me hell.  So I wouldn't be surprised if I end up getting the other scenario: where I am ignored and they continue to do the very thing that will have me consistently in Stage Nuclear.

If that ends up being the case, the cops will be on speed dial.  The landlord will end up being the one getting harassed because I pay too much money to not be able to enjoy peace and quiet the few hours I'm able to even spend at the apartment.

Peace.

1 comment:

Reggie said...

Time is the fire we all burn in.

Once I was considering buying a condo in New Jersey, then while I was still walking around I heard what sounded like WWIII coming out of the adjacent condo.

I need my space.

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