Jul. 24th, 2009 08:50 am
Eine kleine Unverschämtheit!
So I haven't bitched about the neighbours upstairs because, well, it's tedious. And on some level, I just need to get over myself. Besides, they haven't been that bad lately. At least, I seem to remember fewer incidents of having to flee the office in order to avoid the thumping of their overamplified Eurotrash. (Or is that just a sign of getting over myself? Nah, probably just the season.)
But now they're back in my sights. I had a bad night Wednesday, and Herr von Stomp's clomping around until midnight helped not at all. The next day, I came home to find my honey in a state of agitation after a series of unfortunate events. First, the doctor cancelled his appointment after making him wait over an hour. Then he foolishly tried to call the Worst Home Depot in Chicago to check on our screen door. Finally, the doorbell rang and it was UPS with a package for Frau von Stomp. "She said just to ring any of the buzzers and someone would come and sign for it."
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
This is the woman, remember, that doesn't have the time of day for anyone else in the building. Her husband at least responds when I greet him (which is more than he does for
monshu), but neither one actually interacts with anyone else in the building, let alone contributes to it in any way. (Yes, they're renters, but they're not the only ones.) And now we're expected to sign for her packages?
I was furious. So furious, in fact, that I knew going up to give them a piece of my mind was a Bad Idea. How do you even talk to such people? How do you explain the social compact to someone with such a huge sense of entitlement and so little consideration for anyone else? Especially since I don't want to explain; I just want to break their legs.
But now they're back in my sights. I had a bad night Wednesday, and Herr von Stomp's clomping around until midnight helped not at all. The next day, I came home to find my honey in a state of agitation after a series of unfortunate events. First, the doctor cancelled his appointment after making him wait over an hour. Then he foolishly tried to call the Worst Home Depot in Chicago to check on our screen door. Finally, the doorbell rang and it was UPS with a package for Frau von Stomp. "She said just to ring any of the buzzers and someone would come and sign for it."
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
This is the woman, remember, that doesn't have the time of day for anyone else in the building. Her husband at least responds when I greet him (which is more than he does for
I was furious. So furious, in fact, that I knew going up to give them a piece of my mind was a Bad Idea. How do you even talk to such people? How do you explain the social compact to someone with such a huge sense of entitlement and so little consideration for anyone else? Especially since I don't want to explain; I just want to break their legs.
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I know, it's way too much work, and maybe actionable. But I'd be sorely tempted.
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In my case, however, it can be summarized as "loudness":
First of call, the couple living next to mine argue all the time. Even their dog looks sad. They're having a baby in a few months time.
Then the family below me scream beyond tollerance to their children. Their level of screaming and shouting is far from reasonable, and we're Mediterranians, so we should be used to this, but it's beyond limits. I have spoken to another neighbor and we don't know what to do, as calling the police is useless.
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They're having a baby in a few months time.
That should fix things.
calling the police is useless.
What about the landlord?
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...but that mild curiosity won't lead me to actually watch the film.
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I just want to break their legs.
Hyd yn oed wedyn, dwi'n tybio y bydden nhw'n ffindio ffordd i allu cnychu'r un mor egnïol ac erioed, gwaetha'r modd...! Rhai pobol...
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or... spend $500 and find someone to break legs.... expensive, but satisfying.
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They're owners of their own appartment. In Spain it's the norm. I'm the only one that rents, and the owner is so powerless as I am. But I'm considering really calling the police and do the complete process.
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Still, we can be noisy here to the woman in the apartment below us. I might ask her what times of day would work for her for me to start a (noisy) exercise routine and which room is better so I'm not Frau von Stomp myself.
Other thought: is the aloof unfriendly woman just shy? I get mistaken for aloof when I'm really being shy. I'm less shy at age 50 than age 20, so it happens less often these days.
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It's not a new building, it's an old building that was rehabbed several years ago. The builders just cheaped out on the soundproofing in the same way they cheaped out on everything else.
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Gut rehab on the building? Soundproofing the ceiling still sounds like a good idea. I wonder what goes into doing that.