May 13, 2008
I have lived on the 2nd of 3 floors in my apartment building for something like 4 years. Our building has always been the quiet one, and the tenants that have been here the longest have always taken pride in our serenity. (Some of you may not believe that I could possibly do anything quietly. That’s because I save up all my loudness for when I’m not at home.) As of late, two of the three veteran tenants, one of whom lived above me and the other next door, have moved out. I am the third. Apparently, the apartment above me has been occupied by a pair of elephants with a set of toy bricks they enjoy tossing around at all hours of the night.
I understand that during the process of moving in to a new home, furniture has to be arranged, heavy things are going to be set down, and people might fall over stuff on the floor. However, I personally don’t remember EVER moving someone into a new home and finding it necessary to move a wall unit, a couch, a bed frame, and my set of toy bricks at the same time. Especially when this time is midnight.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. The elephants have a stereo that only works after 9 PM. How they can use a stereo without thumbs I don’t quite understand. It must be those amazing trunks.
Update: One of the married women in my office raised an alternate story. She thinks that maybe the couple above me have been banging all over the new apartment. I have a hard time thinking that any woman, no matter how freaky, would be slamming the floor that hard and not screaming loud enough for the whole building to hear. Any of you ladies have some input on this one?
May 14th, 2008 at 4:40 am
My condolences. It gets hard to concentrate on anything while awake and almost impossible to sleep with that kind of racket going on! Let us hope they will eventually get “settled in” … though that stereo could be a problem!
May 14th, 2008 at 9:02 am
Hmmm… are you living in Jenny Wo’s building? She seems to have troublesome neighbor’s too!
May 14th, 2008 at 10:20 am
I had a similar problem when I first moved to Peoria and lived in an apartment. These people moved in at midnight and never shut up. My other neighbors actually called the police a few times and it only got worse.
So, I made sure that I was as loud as possible when I got up at 6 am, including banging on their door every time I passed it and banging on our common wall.
They just got louder so I gave up and bought a house.
May 14th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
I was one of a group of four junior college buddies who moved into the same apartment complex when we moved to Charleston to attend EIU. Myself and a guy, Bob, was to live downstairs. The two ladies were to live upstairs.
Between the time we signed the lease and the time we moved in, the other guy and one of the girls decided they were lifemates/soulmates, whatever. He ended up living upstairs with the two girls.
Before the year was out, the two lovebirds abandoned the joint, as did the other girl. It was that volatile.
Anyone, one fo the complaints I had was this this chick insisted on stomping as she walked. She literally stomped. Everything in my place and their place rattled.
Nothing short of the use of electric shocks as aversion therapy can get people liek that to alter their behavior.
May 14th, 2008 at 2:11 pm
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May 14th, 2008 at 2:29 pm
I had the same thing happen to me in a Morton apartment building. When I moved in, both my neighbors were quiet and respectful. By the time I finally moved out, I was sure one of my neighbors was selling drugs..he actually knocked on my door at midnight one night and asked me not to call the cops on him. The other side there at least 15 Hispanics living in a small one bedroom apartment so they were always out on the walkway and in the way. Must be something about Morton.
May 14th, 2008 at 5:56 pm
After living in my first floor apartment for 4 years, Trompy Trompy McTrompster moved in above me about 4 months ago. I don’t get it. I have seen him; he is not a large man. I can hear his every step and never heard more than the occasional dropped item in the previous 4 years. Maddening, the house hunting effort has begun in earnest.
May 15th, 2008 at 9:29 am
My roomates stay up until sunrise almost everyday. Doors can’t be shut, they must be slammed at 6 AM here. Appearantly it is hard to hear that early in the morning as well, so the television and voices must be at a maximum. A dog lives here as well. They bark really loudly at 3 AM I guess. I suppose it is more of a high pitched yelp. Then this one guy comes and stays over on occasion. He snores very loudly (ahem). We have to shut doors that I hardly knew we had. Cory, quit yer bitchin.
Looking forward to Summer Camp!!
May 15th, 2008 at 10:19 am
Maybe you should make the snorey guy sleep in the basement. Or maybe the snorey guy will stay away from House for a while because Brando’s roommates don’t want him over there.
May 15th, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Ryan,
It sounds a lot like you lived in the first building of my complex. The Mexicans come every year around August and leave after pumpkin canning season ends.
May 15th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Hey Cory, randomly happened upon your blog and thought I would say hello! It’s been a long time…how have you been? Your posts amuse me; I will definitely be putting your blog on my list to follow.
Take care.
May 15th, 2008 at 6:52 pm
Thats precisely why I refuse to go back to apartment living.
NEVER AGAIN.
Sorry you crap ass neighbors.
Maybe things will calm down?
One can only hope…
May 21st, 2008 at 11:46 am
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