I could kill, but I don't care about it

Hey, you know, I never got around to saying what happened when the building management guy came to visit. I guess it is because it was nowhere near as catastrophic as I was expecting it to be. Long story short, our building is being converted into condos! But we're not in any danger of being thrown out on the street by July or anything, nor are they tearing the place down completely or raising our rent. They're not giving us a set time to get out, but since the places are all being gutted, we've got to get out eventually, even if we decide to buy a unit. Haha "unit," haha.

We played along with the dude even though we have maybe 3% interest in coping with the entire extravaganza. I lobbied for central air (which, inexplicably, they won't install) and better soundproofing. The guy seemed surprised. I was surprised that he was surprised. Hadn't they gotten any complaints about these people? It was my big chance to rat out the neighbors, but I didn't bother, because ... why bother?

I can't even begin to describe how awful our neighbors' behavior is. I mean, it's insane. There are the people next door who used to keep a garbage pail outside their front door where they'd dispose their dirty diapers. Our doors face each other. It wasn't pleasant. (The building manager eventually got them to stop. Now we've found out the building manager has been let go for allegedly "harassing" the tenants. What? Dame she got results.) Since he can't leave his refuse out in public areas anymore, the man of the house has taken to hitting big plastic balls on his back wall with a hockey stick for fifteen minutes, like three times a day, while his baby daughter just sits out there and screams and screams and screams. Then the balls fly over the fence and hit our back wall, or better yet, our windows. And now we've got a collection of his balls in our backyard. Haha "his balls," haha.

Don't even get us started on our upstairs neighbors. When I discovered that the front-to-back-to-front rumbling noises were the result of the children riding their Big Wheels through the apartment, I had to go get the camera to capture the evidence because I am simply that vindictive.

I mean, Jesus. They also like to sweep off their balcony onto our patio. They're top-notch folks, I tell you what.

These are things people just don't do when they live in apartment complexes, or so I thought. But the good news is that we won't have to put up with that nonsense anymore. The bad news is we've got to flipping move first. Attached to that will hopefully be more good news! Watch this space.

Posted by Kim at May 19, 2004 12:03 AM | Non-Moving Pictures