Crazy neighbour.

[lance_sibley]

I think one of my neighbours from down the hall is either drunk, stoned, or both. She just started screaming and pounding on the door of the people across the hall for no apparent reason about how she wanted to get into her apartment and go to sleep. She's still out in the hallway talking to herself. I don't know if she's locked out, or if the people across the hall just woke her up and she lost it (someone who lives there has been coming home and making a lot of noise around this time every night), or if something else is going on.

And now she just started pounding on someone else's door and screaming - sounds like my next door neighbour's door. Lovely.

Edit to add: someone is out there in the hall with her now, and she seems to have calmed down. She's apparently drunk - she was at a work party, she says, but she doesn't seem to know if she's lost her key, or left it inside, or what. She just keeps repeating, "This is my house and nobody will trust me." For some reason she seems to think that her neighbours have extra copies of her key and can let her in...

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[jj79.livejournal.com]

A work party for what? And if you're getting that plastered from a WORK party...well, you need to re-evaluate where you work.

[crusherdisciple.livejournal.com]

I had to call the apt management last night to send the courtesy officer over last night. They started banging and dropping bags filled with bricks that shook my entire living area. It went on for 22 minutes before it stopped.

Then there was the most blissful quiet I've ever felt. =)

[jj79.livejournal.com]

Bags of bricks? Wow...now THAT'S a new one. I can only imagine what that sounded like...probably like the middle of Baghdad.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

"Courtesy officer"? I've never heard of such a thing.

Though it kind of made me wish that I lived in a condo that has security, rather than a regular apartment building.

Sounds like your upstairs neighbour and my upstairs neighbour have the same habits, though. Every so often I hear clattering as something hits the floor. From some of the other sounds I hear occasionally, I wonder if they have a toddler up there. I never hear crying, but it's the sort of sound one might get if one dropped a wooden block on the hardwood floor. And every so often I hear what sounds like running footsteps going across the floor.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

A work party for what?

Christmas, presumably?

And if you're getting that plastered from a WORK party...well, you need to re-evaluate where you work.

It's not that uncommon. A few years ago we had a party where I worked at the time. The departmental VP bought several cases of beer, and we all went down to the lunchroom for a couple of hours after we were done for the day. Then, one of my co-workers and I decided to keep on drinking after the party was over, at a nearby bar. It's amazing I made it home without being hit by a bus.

(It was an interesting evening, to say the least - my co-worker came out to me as bi that night, and lamented the fact that his girlfriend wouldn't understand if he were to bring me home, as much as he wanted to.)

[eastman23.livejournal.com]

Heh, my list of apartment annoyances:
1. The guy in the apartment above who liked stomping around. It's like that's the only way he knew how to walk.
2. The people who are buzzing one of the adjoining apartments (yes, I can actually hear the buzz) and keep doing it for 10 or more minutes because they don't get an answer. Happens every weekend without fail.
3. The guy who, at 3 in the morning, was wandering along the wall outside tapping on everyone's windows (I have a ground-level apartment). He kept that up for about half an hour.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

1. The guy in the apartment above who liked stomping around. It's like that's the only way he knew how to walk.

Sounds like my upstairs neighbour, though it could also be that they have a toddler running around and dropping things (or, from the sounds of it, hurling them at the floor).

2. The people who are buzzing one of the adjoining apartments (yes, I can actually hear the buzz) and keep doing it for 10 or more minutes because they don't get an answer. Happens every weekend without fail.

What, do they figure that the people will get out of bed if they just keep buzzing?

I've occasionally had people call back several times when I didn't answer the phone - I once told someone (I think it was cuteteenboy), when he asked why I hadn't answered, "Because I was on the toilet. And because you didn't give up and leave a message, I'm standing here naked from the waist down with shit all over my ass." (I don't think he's done it since. ;) )

3. The guy who, at 3 in the morning, was wandering along the wall outside tapping on everyone's windows (I have a ground-level apartment). He kept that up for about half an hour.

WTF? Was he looking to see who was out so that he could break in, or something? That's highly suspicious, if you ask me.

[pktrekgirl.livejournal.com]

I am so glad I don't live in an apartment any longer.....

Although the guy next door who stands in his driveway and YELLS into his cell phone during every call he makes is kinda annoying too.

I guess it takes all kinds, huh?

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

That's one way of putting it. :)

Yelling into a cell phone isn't that uncommon, though - I know I've caught myself doing it, mostly because I'm having trouble hearing the other person over the sound of traffic. They should have some kind of feedback device hooked into the microphone so that you can hear yourself as you speak.

[randomyst.livejournal.com]

OK, that's totally insane. Who gets drunk or stoned enough to end up that way? That's dangerous!

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the neighbour across the hall, on whose door she was banging, could have come out and smacked her on the top of the head like she did to her (12ish?) daughter a few weeks ago. ;)

(She was yelling at the kid out in the hallway, and when I walked over to look out the peephole to see what the Sam Hill was going on, I saw her actually strike the kid on the top of her head).

Seriously, though, she was in the kind of state that leads people to try to cross the road in the middle of the 401.

I liked this place a lot better when my across-the-hall neighbours were the two cute young guys and the down-the-hall neighbour was a fellow PSB fan. :)

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Gee, the co-op doesn't sound so bad. We've only had to call the police a couple of times, when it actually sounded like a violent domestic disturbance was going on. One ended like this:

Neighbour: Who called you? Have they got a tape to prove I was yelling?!
Police: Ma'am, we could hear you.

Now, the building next door to ours (shudder).

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

I have yet to call the police, though I was tempted the other night when this was going on.

Neighbour: Who called you? Have they got a tape to prove I was yelling?!
Police: Ma'am, we could hear you.

*snort* Gotta love it... though I probably would have said, "Ma'am, we could hear you. The neighbours down the hall could hear you. People in other provinces could hear you. Anne Frank could probably hear you, and she's been dead for decades."