"Good feelings gone."
All though the rage is slowly disapating as well.
I am so frustrated right now with the apartment people. Again.
We had a few days without music, but then last night it was blasting again. The general loudness never stopped.
So I go back to the office with a pair of complaint forms filled out. I have to talk to the bitch office lady because the nice one was on the phone.
I'll have you know she raised her voice first. She's always so rude. The "you don't stand a crap's chance" phrase will stick in my mind forever.
Essentially she's now passing the buck onto her boss, and she wants us all to have a nice sit-down and work things out.
I don't think he'll be willing to do this because he doesn't answer his door when we go to ask him to turn it down.
I am unwilling to do this, because then he will know for a fact what we look like and that it is us that have been complaining, and I fear retribution.
I also know that this meeting isn't going to solve anything and that things will be the same way afterwards as they are now. Experience with other assholes taught me this.
Besides, husband made our desires known to the idiot upstairs in a notice he left him our second week here. "Quiet between 11pm and 7am." Not unreasonable.
Also, I call bullshit on him "only having a little am/fm clock radio" because it is louder than that. He must be playing it through his TV on a dvd player or something, and his TV must have very large speakers.
Or else he never did remove his stereo. Or he has it back. And I'd bet money that no one went up there to check on it.
So now office bitch wants us to work out "some kind of 50/50". I don't want to work it out. I shouldn't have to be the one to compromise when I am not bothering anyone.
Why do nightmares always repeat themselves?