I think it goes without saying that apartment living is not for those who want total silence and quiet 24-7. There are 29 units in my old building so not only are there a lot of us under one roof but the floors are hardwood and creaky in spots. Living in such close proximity to other people means you are going to hear (or smell) them from time to time.
The part where things get tricky is when one tenant is incredibly sensitive to noise and another tenant is rather loud by her very nature. Worse is when these tenants live stacked on top of each other.
You remember the lady who complained about the two kittens making excessive noise? Yeah, well. . . the kittens and their owner moved back to Portland and she’s got a new neighbor now. One that apparently is a lead foot walker and the owner of a very creaky bed that squeaks loudly when she, uh, you know, gets some action.
(Side note: I would like some action. Just putting a wish out into the Universe.)
So they’ve had a few face-to-face run ins. The tenant who can not tolerate noise can be very confrontational. She’s direct and biting with her words. She told the noisy neighbor that she didn’t want to know her name because she doesn’t want to be friends and also left her a note berating her for walking around in her apartment at all hours of the night and making too much noise when she is fucking (yes she used that word). The noisy neighbor is on the passive aggressive side and also a people pleaser. She wrote back and now the damn situation has again escalated to my intervention.
Why can’t people get along? I mean seriously. GAH!
So at this point I am mediating an impossible situation. Noisy can’t walk softer since she claims she is already walking around on eggshells in her own home due to the increasing hostility of her downstairs neighbor. Ms. Sensitive To Noise refuses to wear ear plugs even though she’s not getting enough sleep and thus, being even more crabby about the situation. In an effort to avoid an all out war, I’m requesting they both filter their complaints through me and not each other. Noisy has to put her bed on the floor for the time being so that the squeaking does not keep Sensitive up. Sensitive is already on the look out for a house. She knows she’s no longer cut out for apartment living (her words) and so it is only a matter of time until she can cut and run. At this point I would let her out of her lease early just to rectify this situation sooner.
In happier apartment news, I showed both open apartments last night to two different people (both lawyers or soon-to-be-lawyers oddly enough) and they both put holding fees on them. HALLELUJAH! Fingers crossed that the credit checks clear.
And for some follow up- there is no one squatting in the vacant apartment despite the Music Man’s pronouncement as such. I used paper clips to boobie trap the door and the one time they had fallen it turned out the maintenance guy had come by to do some work and used the bathroom. Then when I ran into Music Man the other day he was going on about how he thinks he’s just hearing the echo of people walking in the stairwells and hallways and that no one is actually up there. (WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?)
People are seven shades of crazy most days. I’m telling you.