Really, that about covers it.
Since our building opened the day we moved in, it wasn't fully rented for our first month. And of the four units on our floor, we were the only tenants. I thought all the empty apartment around us was creepy, now I think back on that time with nostalgia.
Slowly, over the course of the next 30 days, the other 3 apartments were filled. And the last to be rented was the one directly across from ours.
The first thing I noticed about the new neighbors was the workboots. They appeared outside the door sitting on what appeared to be a discarded pressboard mini-shelf. At this point they were still moving in, I assumed the size 16 workbooks were... trash. That they would be headed out of the apartment with the first load of trash. (Which, as you can see, they've started to keep outside their door. Seriously, people, I have nice dinner parties! And there's trash in the hallway!)
But they're still in my hallway.
Not that this is in and of itself particularly offensive, but added to the rest of their shit, I've come to absolutely detest the sight of those boots in my hallway.
For the next few days, I ignored the incessant stomping up and down the stairs, screaming in the hallway, and slamming of the doors. They could still be moving in, and I know I'm not the quietest person in the world at all times. And. If I start complaining about people stomping up stairs, I'm getting thisclose to the rectress of the dorm next to me at Notre Dame who yelled at the students for wearing flip-flops on the stairs because of all the flipping and flopping noises they made.
But then they started waking me up in the morning. By yelling. Outside. At 6:28 am. More than once.
The first time, I was slightly awoken by the door slam and gallop down the stairs (which is how I identified the offender), but that's a morning-noise I can recover from and be blissfully dreaming again in 20 seconds. But when the gallop culminates in a screamed stream of expletives berating the earliness of the hour and the weather, and then another one, a few seconds later, merely affirming what has just been uttered...
Well, you're kind of awake after that.
Don't get me wrong, I'm the Queen of Swearing. I've got that whole "cursing like a sailor while looking cute and innocent" down to a science.
Screaming? Right outside my window? Before six-fucking-thirty in the morning? I'm not down with that.
Then, the girl. The girl living in that apartment cannot seem to get out of or into her car with out screaming. And I mean Xena war cry yodeling/screaming. And the car? Always BLARING music. Wake-you-up-at-night-when-she-rolls-at-night in blaring. I've done this before - if "Hey Ya" comes on the radio, pretty much anyone in a large radius of my car hears it. But... then I turn the radio back down. And it's not as if "Hey Ya" comes on the radio that often any more - I realize I'm living in the past.
And when she rolls in at night? There's the music, the screaming, and then... She hits the buzzer of my apartment before using her key to get in.
Ev.Ery. Time. I don't know if she thinks that hitting my buzzer is some magic that allows her key to work, but it's what she does.
And then screams in the hallway.
I don't know how this girl screams so much.
You'd think she'd give herself a headache.
Honestly, I'm calling the management office about them tomorrow.