Last night, the issue with Neighbor Samantha came to a head. Majorly. I was quite tired after having gotten back home from my ballet workshop (almost 11pm). Between that and coming off of being sick (still not quite 100%), I was looking forward to some sleep. I started to get everything ready for bed and do a little this and that to wrap up some things. WT was joking the other day wanting to know what the latest there was. I indicated that she’d actually been quiet as of late – perhaps my outcry the other day had done the trick, and I wouldn’t have to say anything else. Cause let’s face it, I really hate having to say something in these types of situations. It’s just awkward and uncomfortable. And I like to have people over here and there for events and don’t reaaaaally want a nasty relationship with my neighbor.
So last night when I started to hear noises while I was tweaking something on my blog, I decided to bite my tongue and let it slide for a bit since I was not ready for bed. Perhaps by then, things would have simmered down and then all would be hunky-dory. But of course not. I was in my PJs, lunch packed and ready to go, and the show was still going on. Argh. So, I did as I’ve been doing (and I’m sorry – but I feel is as polite as possible when you just want to convey a simple message) and pounded on the wall. It’s not super loud and can’t be, as they are concrete walls and (ouch) my wrists can only do so much.
I walked back over to my bed to crawl back in and doze off. I’m still on cough medicine these days for the tail end of my “funk” so sleep usually comes quickly these days. NOT last night though. Grrrr. I was almost back to my bed, when I hear a responding thud, thud, thud. Um really. Are we *really* five? I was pretty annoyed. Exhausted and tired of being party numero tres in this little evening waltz we do. So I responded back “is that really necessary?”, to which more thuds were shot back over at me.
So, I did what anyone I think should do in an immature back and forth with an older aged wanna be porn star – picked up the phone and called the doorman as, I’d like to add, is exactly what was done on me several times when I tried to (for shame) hang art on my walls. The nerve of me for doing such intrusive activities at 9:30pm on a weeknight. Clearly, I should wait until midnight and have a male caller over. Because that’s *much* more kosher.
I told him her apartment number and was kind enough to only say that she was being loud, that I had simply knocked on the wall to ask her to quiet down, and that the response had been a loud and continued banging noise back. Response from the other side of the concrete fence? Silence.
But sleep last night? Forget about it. Took me at least an hour and a half to fall asleep from there. And my tranquil peace of mind from ballet? Botched. Courtesy of my unattractive and very rude neighbor.
I’ll admit to being a little unsettled. I don’t want to become that tenant who begins to complain to the property manager. But, on the flipside, I do not know that I want to leave myself open to potentially have her complain about something nit-picky about me on down the road and for nothing to be documented about all of the issues I’ve had with her along the road (although, I suppose I could send them the blog URL, right? LOL)
Argh. Big argh.
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