This is a note to myself, mostly -- to remind me of all the things I need to include in the letter I will be including with my rent check.
Music. Constant music. At ludicrous volumes during the day and only slightly more muted at night, often till all hours of the morning.
Television kept on till 4:30 at night, Friday night.
Conversations conducted in tones of voice more appropriate to a stadium during a busy game than a residential dwelling after midnight.
The stomping. Oh, the stomping. Absolutely no care is taken in either walking around the apartment, nor in traveling up and down the two sets of stairs to get to it -- in fact, they are almost certainly making that much noise deliberately. There's no way it can be accidental. Going along with that -- the incessant thuds of people or things being dropped on my ceiling, literally right above my head. Again, all hours of the night.
Add on to this the fact that I have written several notes to her, as politely as possible indicating that yes, the music, voices, and stomping is entirely audible down here, and yes, it severely disrupts my life -- in addition to all the times I have had to go out and knock on the door at three or even four in the morning -- and that this has been going on since I moved in.
Here's hoping my landlord is actually willing to do something. If not, I'll simply have to call the police every night until she stops or the police tell me they can't help me. I'm not letting my employment, let alone my life, take any more of this shit.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot the time I was woken up at -- four, I think -- by her turning on some hideously loud and awful music, and letting it run.
Music. Constant music. At ludicrous volumes during the day and only slightly more muted at night, often till all hours of the morning.
Television kept on till 4:30 at night, Friday night.
Conversations conducted in tones of voice more appropriate to a stadium during a busy game than a residential dwelling after midnight.
The stomping. Oh, the stomping. Absolutely no care is taken in either walking around the apartment, nor in traveling up and down the two sets of stairs to get to it -- in fact, they are almost certainly making that much noise deliberately. There's no way it can be accidental. Going along with that -- the incessant thuds of people or things being dropped on my ceiling, literally right above my head. Again, all hours of the night.
Add on to this the fact that I have written several notes to her, as politely as possible indicating that yes, the music, voices, and stomping is entirely audible down here, and yes, it severely disrupts my life -- in addition to all the times I have had to go out and knock on the door at three or even four in the morning -- and that this has been going on since I moved in.
Here's hoping my landlord is actually willing to do something. If not, I'll simply have to call the police every night until she stops or the police tell me they can't help me. I'm not letting my employment, let alone my life, take any more of this shit.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot the time I was woken up at -- four, I think -- by her turning on some hideously loud and awful music, and letting it run.
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