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Bad Neighbors - Neighbors From Hell's LiveJournal:
|Saturday, May 31st, 2008|
Asshat neighbors - both sides of the story
I will start off saying I am one of those neighbors that will piss you off. This is a contrived situation, so I may not get pitty. No skin off my arse if that's the attitude I get. There's often two sides to a coin and I'll give you my side.
Most of the time I have no control over it. I have a looong list of mental health issues that will cause me to freak out any time of the day and night. Fine. People don't like it, but imagine living with shit like I do and never being able to be 'normal'. I do try to be quiet when I can. I take my meds but it doesn't always work. I'm no where near sick enough to be in the hospital yet I cannot hold a real job. Complaining won't work as 1) I don't shit on people's doorsteps like the lady next door did and 2) I don't throw shit (both literal and figuratively) at windows when I'm mad. If it wasn't for the F**King medical issues you'd never know I existed. Well, beyond the birds and no-one has complained beyond this guy. I don't party. My music is usually at an acceptable level. I've been in this apartment for 10 years, and the way I'm being treated by the guy upstairs is ... the funniest
thing that's ever happened to me. Seriously :-) .
Now I can understand my 'tantrums' pisses off the guy upstairs. It pisses me off, too. Pisses everyone off. Like I said, I'd control it if i could. Unfortunately he's one of those freaks who hears a pin drop three doors down and BANG BANG BANG on the floor if he hears it. I tried to comply at first. More meds and all that shit. I tried starting a conversation with him years back and he won't even aknowledge me in the hallway, never mind say hi. Talking to this guy isn't an option any more.
Fine. he wants to be an asshole, I'll be one, too.
Things started off with me playing my music softly at odd hours. When i say softly I mean my music was at 2 out of 20. On the computer. BANG BANG BANG on the fucking floor. Then the past 2-3 years it's gone from shit like that to him copying my medical issues, SCREAMING
phone 'conversations' at the top of his voice, insulting me, calling me a bitch, yadda yadda yadda. When my birds chirp, he stomps even louder which makes them make noise which gets him stomping again. Dunno why he does this. I've lived with 12 plus birds for damn near 10 years so I dunno why he thinks getting my birds riled up will piss me off, LOL. I drop something accidently at 4 pm, he's up at 8 am plotting revenge, throwing shit. He listens to conversations I have on the phone and then does exactly what he hears me say. He listens to everything I say then expects me to be quiet when he acts up. This doesn't annoy me - I laugh my head off at it because he's worse than a toddler. Acts like one. Must be one in big boy pants.
Today he was being a prick again so I copied Lamb Chop Play Along's 'This is the song that doesn't end'
600 times to a DVD and have been playing it non stop for the past hour. I'm going out for dinner soon. If he wants to act like a child instead of talking to me about the issue at hand, I'll treat him like one. I've had it on for an hour and if my math is correct I have another 13 hours left. Imagine that I had another 2 and a half gigs left on the DVD, too.
The message of this story? Try talking to a neighbor before acting like an asshole. You might actually get a reason for why people do annoying shit at 3 am. Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, February 26th, 2008|
My next door neighbour has his loud stereo on in his bedroom, which is on the other side of the wall from my bedroom. It is now 1:30 in the morning. Fortunately I do not have anything that I need to do tomorrow morning, but it's not like I'll be able to sleep late, since even if he does turn it off at some point tonight, he will just turn it back on first thing in the morning and leave it on all day.
Just to make things worse, next week I start school. My first class is at 8:30 in the morning. This means that I have to get up at 6:30 in the morning. If he is playing his noise at 1:30 in the morning, that means less than five hours of sleep for me.
Building manager will not do anything. She says that I have to talk to him myself. I have talked to him. He tells me that he can play his music when he wants, as loudly as he wants.
Police won't do anything unless it is a rowdy party, which it is not. It is one fucking person.
|Saturday, October 20th, 2007|
My upstairs neighbours are driving me insane. They don't work (I'm guessing, given the area I live in, they're probably on welfare). Whenever I'm home, if it's not their goddamn bass I hear in my apartment, it's them stomping around, moving furniture around. I hear it when I go to bed at night, and it's still blasting when I get up in the morning. It's DRIVING ME INSANE. Last night I woke up at three am, to her stomping around her apartment and couldn't get back to sleep until after four.
I called my landlady before reguarding the lady downstairs who was constantly falling asleep with her TV on late at night. I work at 7am. I have to be up at 5:30. TV that is not mine blasting in my bedroom after midnight makes me cranky. I was told to deal with it myself. Never mind that I was told when I moved in, if someone complained just ONCE about noise from my apartment, I'd be evicted on the spot. No second chances, no warnings, no nothing.
I'm so out of here in spring.
|Friday, May 11th, 2007|
Gotta love trashy neighbors
We have a neighbor who is completely filthy. They look clean, their children look clean and they're nice people but they're filthy. Their cars are always full of trash - food wrappers, empty water/pop bottles, old mail, stuff like that. They haven't washed their cars in about two years. For about a year now, they've had a broken down vehicle in their driveway, they FINALLY got rid of that but their yard is still a mess.
Their front yard has dead leafs - yes, they don't have any trees and the dead leafs comes from other neighbors (we have a pine tree so it's not from us as the leafs are maple leafs) but they didn't bother to pick them up despite the fact that it was nearly as tall as their six foot fence. Their two 32-gallon trash cans are always full - only time empty is right after the Friday morning pickup but by Saturday morning both are overflowing. They keep their trashcans in their front yard instead of their backyard but that's understandable since they can't get into their backyard from their side gate as their side of their house (which is the same side our house is on) is piled high with trash! Dozens of garbage bags, old broken furniture, garbage, garbage, garbage. Even their Christmas tree is still there! Needless to say it IS a health problem but the city health department and code enforcement departments can't do anything about it since it's in their backyard.
If their backyard, front yard, garage (and god yes it's a mess since they leave their garage door open for the world to see) and their cars are a mess, can you imagine what the inside must look like?
|Sunday, July 23rd, 2006|
When I was still living in Minnesota, I had some neighbors from hell.
One of them was this couple across the hall from me. Oftentimes I would feel a lot of noises coming from that apartment (I am deaf so I feel the vibrations). Most of the time they don't come out, but one night there was a very big crashing noise and I jumped. I went to my door to see if I could see anything going on. Sure enough, the guy pushed his girlfriend out the door and kicked her to the floor and screamed at her. When the guy went back in his apartment, I opened my door real quick to ask the lady if she was okay. Within 10 minutes, cops show up at the door (another neighbor down the hall called them). I open my door again real quick to tell them that the guy *IS* in the apartment. They bang on the door for like an hour then they leave because the guy is hiding and pretending to not be home.
Fast forward a couple years later. There was a new guy living on the lower floor of the apartment building, on the same floor as the laundry room. He creepied the hell out of me. I was doing my laundry and minding my own business. He comes to me and says "come to my apartment" but since I don't know him and getting bad vibes, I said firmly, "no". Then he leaves. Five minutes later he comes back with some cash in his hand and he waves it in my face and begs me to come to his apartment. I said, hell, no and as soon as he leaves the laundry room, I lock the laundry room door for my own safety. I was getting really bad vibes.
Then a few months later, I was coming home from a friend's (well now a ex friend) and I saw lots of fire trucks in my parking lot. I freaked, thinking my building was on fire. Turned out that the building across from me in my complex was on fire. Some assfuck neighbors got into a fight and one of them thought it was smart to douse the entire apartment in gasoline and then she lit a match.
After that, I decided to move. When I was given my "moving out" papers to fill out, I detailed all those crappyass neighbors and said that they are the reason I am moving.
|Monday, May 29th, 2006|
so i live in a condo in scottsdale.. it was once filled with old people, but now young annoying people are moving here.
i need help on how to annoy them more than they annoy me.
they're so fucking loud when they're at the pool.
they leave notes all the time complaining. (once, when i had a handicapped license plate, they left one in bad grammar saying i'm not handicapped; another time, there are 2 spots next to the handicapped ones, and a totally separate visitor's parking lot, and someone wrote in the dust on my windshield "MOVE YOUR CAR PINKY!" (i have a pink truck); and recently, a note on my door saying it's out of control, the "door slammings" hello? it's a steel door. of course it's going to be loud when i shut it. but now we close it very silently.)
not to mention one of our new neighbors (hasn't moved in yet, but i think they're in the process now.. because there was a truck blocking ALL THE FUCKING PARKING SPOTS, with the name kathy on the boxes) poisoned us all because she used harsh chemicals made for non-multiple tenant buildings to seal her floor.. and didn't cover any of the vents or anything.. and then when my boyfriend's dad (who owns our condo-unit) called her dad, and gave him his number, she got it and kept text messaging my boyfriend..
she's so annoying.
we're throwing a mini party on 6/29 but i don't think it'll annoy the ones that i want to annoy.
so.. any suggestions?
|Wednesday, May 24th, 2006|
I seem to be cursed with lousy neighbours since I moved into this building four years ago. I can't afford to move, and the building manager refuses to do anything about the bad neighbours.
When I first moved in, there were approximately four young men living in the one-bedroom apartment next door. They had two beds in the living room and, I assume, more beds in the bedroom. They had noisy parties at all hours of the day and night, and when the NHL playoffs were on, you could tell when their team had scored even if you were halfway down the block.
They moved out, and a seemingly nice young couple moved in. However, there was a sign immediately that things might not be so quiet: they had their stereo cranked at full blast while they were moving in. I asked them to turn it down, and they did.
They continued to play the loud music, and I continued to ask them to turn it down. I finally lost it and pounded on the wall one night when they were playing their stereo at what seemed like a very high decibel level -- I wasn't dressed, and didn't feel like bothering to get dressed just to go next door and ask them to turn it down.( Cut for lengthCollapse )
|Sunday, July 18th, 2004|
It appears that my Generator Neighbors will finally be gone. ANd if they do come back that generator won't be starting up right away.
Well I now finally know the story on my neighbors from hell.....
I was sitting here a bit ago and had noticed several cars pulling in and out of the driveway over the course of the last couple of hours. When I took a closer look I realized there were two Sherriffs cars out there. So now I gotta know what's going on.
After a trek outside and next door to find that my next door neighbors and another neighbor have pulled up front row lawn chairs for the show, they fill me in.
It seems that the generator people were nothing more than simple squatters. Yes, that's right folks squatters. Evidently they used some line about being the cleaning people and had never had legal utilities there. They had hooked themselves up to the utilities when they moved in. One of the neighbors reported them for that which is what got their utilities shut off. So the generator shows up.
The house itself is in foreclosure and at some point the bank had come out to change the locks. So these folks break back into the house and callthe cops saying they were broken into then put up "No Tresspassing" Signs all over the house (on the house).
So this week the utilities actually came out and shut off the water main and even took out the water meter to ensure that they had no water.... that didn't stop them. So my next door neighbors (M&M) tell the guy who lives across from me (and next to the generator people) that these idiots were shooting bottle rockets at his truck so he calls the cops on them. I believe that M&M also called the cops on them and possibly DHR (evidently there was a young teenage girl staying there with them the last week or sothat I never saw) as well.
So tonight the cops show up and miss them... generator people come back home and load up more stuff so M&M call the cops again... finally the cops manage to show up just before these people manage to leave again. They arrest the guy on the warrent (Not sure if it's the harrassment one the neighbor filed re: his truck or something entirely different). And this guy gives them a sob story about how they hooked into the utilities the way they did because they were only going to be there a couple of weeks and din't want to pay the hookup fee. AND how they were moving tomorrow and just trying to get as much as they could out tonight becaue they just couldn't get along with the neighbors.
|Saturday, July 17th, 2004|
Oh sure the one time I want the annoying generator neighbors to be loud and obnoxious and they are being quiet.
So there are two sherriff's cars over there now. And a truck backed into the driveway with a bunch of stuff loaded in the bed.... and the Sherriffs guys are outside talking to the people. Their car is still parked in the garage and the generator is still running.
I WANNA KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!!
|Friday, July 16th, 2004|
So one morning I wake up and hear voices outside so I go to the window to see what is going on and I see that at the house kiddy korner there is a sherriffs car and a woman is there with the sherriff. They are pulling stuff out of the house and throwing it on the side of the road. From the looks of it, we assume it's the owner of the house removing items left behind by the previous renters. Eventually they leave.... and later the woman returns with two guys. The three of them move in. Nothing major, they put up "No Tresspassing" signs on the house so we assumed they were just fixing the place up and then it would be empty till new renters showed up. Evidently that wasn't the case. These folks moved in or so it seems. Then about 2 weeks ago I look outside and see a Utility truck in that driveway. The thought goes through my head "I wonder if they are having their utilities shut off". Sure enough the Threesome arrives home and unloads a generator which they have been running off of ever since. They aren't usually home during the day but the come home at night and run the generator all night. The thing is loud as hell and sounds like a lawnmower running in my own front yard.
The other night the power went out.... they had power... AND they were outside drunk at midnight shooting off firecrackers. Idiots.
Part of me wants to call the cops or find some other way to get rid of them. But wanting to do it and actually doing it are two different things.
I live in a fairly decent neighborhood.... upper middle class I guess it would probably be classified... the particular street that I live has houses that are a bit smaller/cheaper than the rest of the neighborhood and I think partially because of that there is always at least one house for sale on my street if not two. The house kiddy korner to me was for sale when I bought mine... actually it had just been bought (we found out when I went to look at it) yet by the time I moved in it was already empty again. Evidently a case of the couple bought the house then split up. So a few months later they rented it out to some nice trash with several kids that they never watched. They'd have trash all over their yard and their kids would be playing in the street and wouldn't move when if you drove your car right up in front of them. I actually had to stop the car and get out once to try to get a kid to move out of the road and he still wouldn't. The mom FINALLY came over and dragged him and his tricycle (yes he was that young) off the road.
We (myself and the other neighbors) were happy when we discovered they had moved...... until their replacements arrived.