Things were going just fine since our little talk on Sunday.
Until 2:30 this morning. You and your man jumped out of bed, scurried around your apartment (waking Jessica up as well, who was asleep on the couch) and then proceeded to talk for TWO HOURS. At volumes well above what normal people would use at 2:30 in the morning. Earplugs could not drown out your man as he talked almost non stop, while you two apparently laid in bed. RIGHT ABOVE ME. Oh, he was on a roll about something. I ended up taking my pillow and blanket out into the living room and sleeping on the floor. Although, Jessica told me I should go up to your place and let you have it.
Esther, you have a very hard lesson coming to you. I don't have time to come speak with you tonight, but you can bet your ass tomorrow evening, I will be at your door. And I will send you down to my apartment, to stand in my bedroom, as I leap off of your bed and stomp around so that maybe you will get an inkling of what I deal with. I don't sleep well as it is and it does not help that you wake me up every freakin' night.
I have called the management office and warned them that I will be confronting you, once again, about these issues, in the event that you think I'm being a difficult neighbor. The management office has advised me to be aggressive, yet polite, in remedying this situation. Because once they get involved, it will be messy.
I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, Esther. I'm assuming you just don't know any better because you're used to the dorm life. Well, welcome to the real world, sweetie. I am not your den mother. I'm an adult paying a lot of money for my fantastic apartment and I will not let some twit like you keep me up every night and make me crotchety and bitter.
I look forward to speaking with you soon,
Your downstairs neighbor
6 comments:
You Go Girl!
Heck yeah. I was gonna say something like "Oh it's ON like Donkey Kong!" but that's just silly.
Way to stand up to the Noisy Upstairs Neighbor. We've all had 'em.
Be firm, but nice (yeah, right!). What happened with the cookie idea?
Mom
Does anyone besides me think Esther is a very "old" name for a very "young" person? And your mom is right - firm but nice. Cookies are a good idea. ;>)
Dee
Deedle, I just commented on an earlier "Esther" blog about how I'm blown that she's so young!
Can you call the tenants union (I seem to remember that Seattle has one although that was a lllooonnnggg time ago) and/or write her a strongly worded legal letter of some sort. 2:30 in the morning is outrageous. Are they on drugs? Seems like it if they are talking that furiously that early in the morning.
Take heart in the fact that you don't own your flat...er apartment. I've a friend here who owns her flat and is going through the same thing you are. Unfortunately the people above her also own their place.
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