It’s midnight and I’ve just put myself to bed after a wasted day of accomplishing very little except ripening my foul mood. The land line rings. This means tenant issues. I see on the caller i.d. which tenant it is and call him by name when I answer the phone.
“You know I wouldn’t call, I’m not the type to call, but this has been going on for a long time. I’ll just call the police because I’m looking at the website and it says the law is quiet hours are 9pm to 9am. I saw him in the hall earlier and he said they are on the same schedule but at 5:30am every day I hear the high heels walking around on the floor. They should have rugs!”
(Yes, this tenant talks in circles and it is often challenging to figure out what exactly the problem is.)
“What exactly is going on right now? Are they having a loud party?”
“Well, yes. They are being loud. People are over. I don’t think it is a party. I turned up Johnny Cash’s ‘I Won’t Back Down’ and then they all laughed. They pound on the floor and then I pound on the ceiling.”
(I also know that he has yelled up obscenities to them in the past. He always leaves that bit out.)
“Okay so do you want me to go talk to them? Because I can. . .”
“No, you get some sleep. I will just call the police and in the morning I will blare my music.”
“Wait. I understand you are upset but you blaring your music tomorrow morning isn’t going to fix this. I thought the two of you had worked this out for a while?”
“We had but I saw him at the mailbox earlier and he didn’t mention a party. I’m sick of being woken up by the high heels every morning!”
“Okay. I can understand that. I can say something to them about leaving their shoes off if they don’t have rugs. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to have a sound war with them. It will be hard for me to talk to them if they can complain right back about you playing your music loudly.”
(In general, he really does play his music at top volume. Not when it’s quiet hours but still.)
“I can see whose side you are choosing. I am going to hang up now.”
He hung up! After waking me up! WHAT. THE. FUCK. So, I called him back. And of course, I got the voice mail.
“I don’t appreciate you hanging up on me. I am not choosing a side; I am trying to mediate this on-going problem between the two of you. If you are going to call me at midnight to complain then I would assume you would want me to DO SOMETHING ABOUT the problem. I would like this issue to be resolved between both parties and I don’t think retaliation is going to help. That was my point. Now I am going to hang up.”
I am still pissed. They are both getting written warnings because this is petty bullshit. Yelling at each other through the floor? Turning up music to top volume to teach a lesson? Grow up!