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I Am a Night Owl

Not by choice, but by chance.

When I moved into this apartment, there were several people living on the first floor (I am in the basement). I was here about three years before they moved out. I thought the next tenant would be peaceful, or at least quieter.

Well, they're NOT.

The family that moved in are the noisiest bunch on the face of the earth. There are two small girls, a man and a woman living there, and the male of the clan must get drunk every night, all night. He seems to ignore the curfew imposed by the yearly lease we all signed. I go to bed at 10:00 or 10:30, which is the time we are to turn things off or at least down so nobody else outside your door can hear them. This is the time he decides to play music or records or something else - and loud enough that it keeps me up most of the night until my eyes close from extreme exhaustion. Several times this summer, I have gotten out of bed and yelled up, "TURN IT DOWN!" Then I go back and lie down again, kept awake until I can stand it no longer. I have already EMailed the landlord about the excessive noise all night.

They drop things - pound nails - and the two kids thunder across the floor at all hours. Once, my kitchen overhead fixture fell out of its bracket and I had to call to have it reinstalled.

I say the father/male likes to drink and when he's "in his cups" he gets loud and yells. His favorite word is "F" and he uses it frequently. I was up this morning at 7:30 and he was using it THEN.

I don't choose to be a night owl. Can't they be thoughtful of those living both under and above them?
MaryJanine · 61-69, F
I could take it if I were tired enough to fall instantly asleep at night - sometimes I'm not quite. The father has not talked to me since the day he signed for something that came to the front door for me, then called me downstairs (I don't know HOW in the HELL he got my number) and told me he signed for it and I would "have to come up and get it". Now, I can't climb ten stairs twenty round trip, with a walker, and I politely told him that, and asked couldn't he please put the package outside my front door (which leads to the laundry area) or my back door)? Do you know he said, "I can't do that." Why the heck not?) I knew I couldn't make it up there, so I never went up for it and I never got it, either, I'm willing to bet he put it out with the trash.

He WAS nice enough up until that time.
MaryJanine · 61-69, F
@RobinPhoenix Hallo, kleiner Bruder - This was maybe a while ago. I'm pretty sure all it was was a tray fuer mein walker (a pair) und he couldn't figure out what to do with it, so he trashed it. He and his friend on the second floor are famous fuer filling up the canisters with things other than garbage (unbagged items, broken furniture) und I think mein trays met that same date.

Mein nephew ist nicht a taxi, und he's got three jobs to keep body und soul together. He's rarely home. Mein one Bruder tells me to "ask them upstairs" when I have a problem, but how can you do it when you don't even SEE them? I don't see mein other brother as much as last year, und it ist a $5.00 one-way-ride on the bus to come crosstown to me. He too ist working doubletime at the church school because the doctor has told him it will take him at least three years to straighten out his spine from the car accident he was in und THEN he can see about going back too regular work again. Right now he ist on disability und $15.00 a day fuer school supervision.


WOW! Got a little wordy there, didn't I? But thank you fuer your concern. It felt gut to let that all out.
Thanks for telling me that all and you are welcome, @MaryJanine I am glad I could help you to find an way to get rid of that experience.
MaryJanine · 61-69, F
@RobinPhoenix You are not only mein beloved kleiner Bruder, you are mein respected German therapist und mein forever friend.
Almost makes you wonder if they're miserable and are trying to make everyone they can miserable too. :(
Sorry for your 'annoyance' (to put it mildly.)

 
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