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OMG Victory!! (epic length)
*dance dance dancey dance!!*
Alright, so if you guys haven't caught on, I'm super excited, so I apologize in advance for any excessive use of exclamation points and emoticons that may occur. This is also gonna be long.
This is the story of how being an SC of epic proportions leads to my victory.
I live in an old house with thin walls that was converted into a 4-plex many eon ago. I have a neighbor who makes constant complaints about me to my landlord; 95% of them groundless.I moved in last fall, and problems began as of day one.
Day one: I'm having a party at my old apartment, and being a little tipsy, I tell all my friends about my fantastic new place and how I just got the keys. We decide to trek the whole half mile in our inebriated state to my new place. Of course we were dumb and talking a little too loud while looking around and the man upstairs opens his door, then screams at us, "Shut the f*** up! Some of have jobs to go to in the morning!"
Ok, I admit, my bad, but we left promptly and I made a mental note to self about said situation, acknowledging that I should have behaved better.
Day Three: Very nice lady who lives next to me (not the one who yelled at us) catches me sitting outside, so she stops to talk. Mostly just 'welcome to the big blue house' type things, then as she is walking inside says, "It's a very quiet place". To me this speaks volumes about how I need to be very careful about noise level. Fine with me, I don't want my friends over anyway. I'm way too particular about mess to deal with a party anyway.
December: After a brief foray attempting to become a cat lover, I failed and got myself a dog. This dog is kind of a shared pet between my bf and I. We picked a border collie mix. If anyone knows anything about said breed, they are not particularly vocal. They usually only bark when they have a reason to. That being said, our dog spent a long time at the shelter and had some anxiety/abandonment issues and felt a little insecure at first. So for the first couple weeks we had him, whenever we left him home alone, he would bark and howl for hours. Of course we didn't know about this because we weren't home when it happened. Upstairs neighbor (the guy who yelled at us) left us a nasty note saying the dog had been barking for hours. I felt horrible, and despite the nasty attitude in the letter, I promptly went upstairs to this man and explained the situation. I told him I was sure the problem would subside in time, but if it continues, tell me and I will gladly take further steps to curb the problem. He has a dog too, so he understood. At least so I thought
January/February: I get a call from the landlord telling me that the man upstairs has made numerous complaints about loud parties, playing pool (I have my own billiards table), people constantly in and out, and a nuisance pet. They also said that my bf could not be living there since he was not on the lease. This came with threat of taking my dog away, and possible eviction.
*hard break* Back that shit up! What did you just accuse me of? Alright biznitch, let's clear some things up.
A) My bf is the ONLY person who has been over here except occasional day time visits by a family member or a friend. There are no groups of people, and there sure as hell are NO parties. And there is a curfew for noise, I don't play pool after said curfew. (After this, I stopped playing altogether)
B) No one has told me that my dog has been barking since I got the first complaint. As far as I could see, the problem had indeed gone away with time.
C) My bf is here a lot, but by no means is he living here. His stuff isn't even here (with the exception of a handful of clothes). There are specific guidelines in my lease that explain the definition of someone living there, and we were sure to meet those specifications.
Eviction blows moose balls for sure, but the dog is my baby. He's not going anywhere.
I then recieved a letter stating all this, and an email. Both of which seemed rather threatening
Early February: I've already spoken to my landlord and thought these issues were cleared up so I let it go. ‘Til one day I notice a piece of paper taped to my door. It's a 3-day comply-or-vacate on the same problems I thought had been cleared up.
So off I go to the landlord’s office across town. I talk to them and they inform that the man upstairs is a constant complainer. He calls them every. single. day. Most days, 3 or 4 times. They also inform me that this fish-sucker always makes a point to say, “It’s not NW, it’s her bf”. He also tells the LL these noise issues are mostly on weekends. HAHAHAHA!!! That’s really funny, ‘cause I work all freaking weekend. And this awful, awful bf of mine? He goes and hangs out with his friends all night. So no one is at my house weekend, you stupid f*** mook! I also learn that there isn’t really a problem with my dog barking. There had only been 1 call on it, the LL just wanted to make sure I was aware of it.
The LL and I make an agreement that I should add my bf to the lease even if we don’t live together just so I can’t get in trouble for having him there. I’m fine with that, we had been considering moving in together lately anyway. They also believe that we are being quiet and respectful neighbors because no one else has complained and the constant calling on my neighbor’s part makes them not believe him (Apparently he calls in about EVERYONE). My bf fills out an application and I take it in with his id. Unfortunately, they want his two most recent pay stubs. Bf was in-between jobs at the time and didn’t have any to provide. I let the lady who took the application know about this and said I would bring in one at the end of February. She tells me no problem.
(By the way, did you know getting served with those stupid 3 day to comply or vacate notices costs a ridiculous amount of money?)
Late February: I get a letter in the mail from my landlord. It is dated for several days before the specific date I said I would bring in my bf’s pay stub. This letter states that due to the numerous complaints against him and failure to complete the application process, he could no longer be added to the lease. Furthermore, they banned him from the property completely!
Ok, now I’m REALLY super pissed. We just talked about the complaints from stupid-face were false, and I told you when I would bring in the pay stubs, and you still had to be a prick about it.
This is when NW gets very scary. She starts referring to herself in third person, gets very quiet very suddenly after a bout of freaking out, and starts getting even.
I’m normally just kind of a b****. But you’ve pushed me too far when I start pushing back, cause I just try and shrug things off. I’m kind of lazy and a procrastinator, so I tend to not want to try too hard for revenge.
So I called the health department about the cockroaches that I would occasionally find skittering about. I then called the building code inspector about my bedroom that has no heat or electricity. I contacted a mediator and attempted to contact a lawyer. My goal was now to get out of my lease without having to pay the insane fee that would release me from said contract. After a couple of weeks and phone calls from these various parties, my landlord suddenly was seeing eye-to-eye with me.
They were not willing to let me move out w/o paying the fee, but they would add my bf to the lease. They also were no longer listening to the neighbor at all. The place also has no air conditioning, but they are considering putting a swamp cooler in my unit. (I requested that because I have to sleep during the day, and summers here are ridiculously hot. Sleeping at night is hard enough, but the heat of the day? Not happening)
So this kind of sounds like the end of the problems. Right? I mean, neighbor is now recognized as a complete floundering moron by the LL, I get to live with my bf, and only a few months left and I can get out of there. WRONG!! Oh man was I dead freaking wrong.
Today, March 30 2008, 10PM: NW is sitting at work, doing her job, minding her own business. It’s her Friday, so she is thinking about the wonderful things she will do this weekend. Phone rings and very-awesome co-worker answers. CW is sitting far away so I don’t know about the conversation she has until she stands up and says my name. The following exchange occurs:
Cw: NW, I think you’re neighbor just called me… This guy called in and gave your address then said “one of the girls you work with is my neighbor. Her bf who isn’t supposed to be there just came home and he’s with some girl”. I thought it was weird
(All my coworkers have had to listen to me complain about how much I hate my neighbor, fyi. Also, the neighbor likes to say that my bf is with a girl, we think it’s his attempt to make us break up or something pathetic like that.)
Me: *explodes in so many different ways that I turn purple* wtf??!!! Are you serious? How the hell does he know where I work?
Cw: Well he called from XXX-XXXX. It was SO creepy, he was like, whispering and stuff.
Me: *snap!* That’s it, I’m so done, I cannot believe that… I’m calling the police. *I step out to make this phone call*
(So for those of you who don’t already know this about me, I work for a police agency. Nothing is scarier then someone finding out where you work and then using that info against you. It sounds paranoid, but people really will try and find you and hurt you or your family because they’re all bitchy about having to go to jail) (Also, I don’t live in the jurisdiction of the agency I work for, that’s not too important, but could be kind of confusing I guess)
After speaking to the officer on the phone, I asked him to go out to my apartment because my bf was there and I was worried about a fight starting. This next bit was relayed to me by my bf. After he spoke to the officer about how this guy has made complaint after complaint, the officer went and talked to my neighbor. The officer apparently told him to back the eff off, and the neighbor happened to let the officer know that he is moving out soon.
UHWHA?!
*cue victorious anthem* Ultimate Victory!! DING!! You win at life! *squeals and dances with joy, maybe even cries a little*
You cannot understand how much I detest that man, he tried to get me evicted, has tried to separate me from my significant other AND my dog, and spends hours screaming through the floor for us to shut up while we watch T.V. at volume level 3. At that volume, you’re now reading your show on closed caption… He won’t let me lock the stairwell outer door because the ‘hordes’ of visitors he has ‘all the time’ can’t get in to see him. Even though my door in that stairwell is flimsy as crap and the area is not so great, so any cracked out freak could get in if they wanted to bad enough. BUT HE’S MOVING!! OMG HE’S MOVING!!!!
So thus is my Epic Victory over my passive aggressive, crybaby of a neighbor. In yo face sucka! Hehehehehehe!!! Yay!
Alright, so if you guys haven't caught on, I'm super excited, so I apologize in advance for any excessive use of exclamation points and emoticons that may occur. This is also gonna be long.
This is the story of how being an SC of epic proportions leads to my victory.
I live in an old house with thin walls that was converted into a 4-plex many eon ago. I have a neighbor who makes constant complaints about me to my landlord; 95% of them groundless.I moved in last fall, and problems began as of day one.
Day one: I'm having a party at my old apartment, and being a little tipsy, I tell all my friends about my fantastic new place and how I just got the keys. We decide to trek the whole half mile in our inebriated state to my new place. Of course we were dumb and talking a little too loud while looking around and the man upstairs opens his door, then screams at us, "Shut the f*** up! Some of have jobs to go to in the morning!"
Ok, I admit, my bad, but we left promptly and I made a mental note to self about said situation, acknowledging that I should have behaved better.
Day Three: Very nice lady who lives next to me (not the one who yelled at us) catches me sitting outside, so she stops to talk. Mostly just 'welcome to the big blue house' type things, then as she is walking inside says, "It's a very quiet place". To me this speaks volumes about how I need to be very careful about noise level. Fine with me, I don't want my friends over anyway. I'm way too particular about mess to deal with a party anyway.
December: After a brief foray attempting to become a cat lover, I failed and got myself a dog. This dog is kind of a shared pet between my bf and I. We picked a border collie mix. If anyone knows anything about said breed, they are not particularly vocal. They usually only bark when they have a reason to. That being said, our dog spent a long time at the shelter and had some anxiety/abandonment issues and felt a little insecure at first. So for the first couple weeks we had him, whenever we left him home alone, he would bark and howl for hours. Of course we didn't know about this because we weren't home when it happened. Upstairs neighbor (the guy who yelled at us) left us a nasty note saying the dog had been barking for hours. I felt horrible, and despite the nasty attitude in the letter, I promptly went upstairs to this man and explained the situation. I told him I was sure the problem would subside in time, but if it continues, tell me and I will gladly take further steps to curb the problem. He has a dog too, so he understood. At least so I thought
January/February: I get a call from the landlord telling me that the man upstairs has made numerous complaints about loud parties, playing pool (I have my own billiards table), people constantly in and out, and a nuisance pet. They also said that my bf could not be living there since he was not on the lease. This came with threat of taking my dog away, and possible eviction.
*hard break* Back that shit up! What did you just accuse me of? Alright biznitch, let's clear some things up.
A) My bf is the ONLY person who has been over here except occasional day time visits by a family member or a friend. There are no groups of people, and there sure as hell are NO parties. And there is a curfew for noise, I don't play pool after said curfew. (After this, I stopped playing altogether)
B) No one has told me that my dog has been barking since I got the first complaint. As far as I could see, the problem had indeed gone away with time.
C) My bf is here a lot, but by no means is he living here. His stuff isn't even here (with the exception of a handful of clothes). There are specific guidelines in my lease that explain the definition of someone living there, and we were sure to meet those specifications.
Eviction blows moose balls for sure, but the dog is my baby. He's not going anywhere.
I then recieved a letter stating all this, and an email. Both of which seemed rather threatening
Early February: I've already spoken to my landlord and thought these issues were cleared up so I let it go. ‘Til one day I notice a piece of paper taped to my door. It's a 3-day comply-or-vacate on the same problems I thought had been cleared up.
So off I go to the landlord’s office across town. I talk to them and they inform that the man upstairs is a constant complainer. He calls them every. single. day. Most days, 3 or 4 times. They also inform me that this fish-sucker always makes a point to say, “It’s not NW, it’s her bf”. He also tells the LL these noise issues are mostly on weekends. HAHAHAHA!!! That’s really funny, ‘cause I work all freaking weekend. And this awful, awful bf of mine? He goes and hangs out with his friends all night. So no one is at my house weekend, you stupid f*** mook! I also learn that there isn’t really a problem with my dog barking. There had only been 1 call on it, the LL just wanted to make sure I was aware of it.
The LL and I make an agreement that I should add my bf to the lease even if we don’t live together just so I can’t get in trouble for having him there. I’m fine with that, we had been considering moving in together lately anyway. They also believe that we are being quiet and respectful neighbors because no one else has complained and the constant calling on my neighbor’s part makes them not believe him (Apparently he calls in about EVERYONE). My bf fills out an application and I take it in with his id. Unfortunately, they want his two most recent pay stubs. Bf was in-between jobs at the time and didn’t have any to provide. I let the lady who took the application know about this and said I would bring in one at the end of February. She tells me no problem.
(By the way, did you know getting served with those stupid 3 day to comply or vacate notices costs a ridiculous amount of money?)
Late February: I get a letter in the mail from my landlord. It is dated for several days before the specific date I said I would bring in my bf’s pay stub. This letter states that due to the numerous complaints against him and failure to complete the application process, he could no longer be added to the lease. Furthermore, they banned him from the property completely!
Ok, now I’m REALLY super pissed. We just talked about the complaints from stupid-face were false, and I told you when I would bring in the pay stubs, and you still had to be a prick about it.
This is when NW gets very scary. She starts referring to herself in third person, gets very quiet very suddenly after a bout of freaking out, and starts getting even.
I’m normally just kind of a b****. But you’ve pushed me too far when I start pushing back, cause I just try and shrug things off. I’m kind of lazy and a procrastinator, so I tend to not want to try too hard for revenge.
So I called the health department about the cockroaches that I would occasionally find skittering about. I then called the building code inspector about my bedroom that has no heat or electricity. I contacted a mediator and attempted to contact a lawyer. My goal was now to get out of my lease without having to pay the insane fee that would release me from said contract. After a couple of weeks and phone calls from these various parties, my landlord suddenly was seeing eye-to-eye with me.
They were not willing to let me move out w/o paying the fee, but they would add my bf to the lease. They also were no longer listening to the neighbor at all. The place also has no air conditioning, but they are considering putting a swamp cooler in my unit. (I requested that because I have to sleep during the day, and summers here are ridiculously hot. Sleeping at night is hard enough, but the heat of the day? Not happening)
So this kind of sounds like the end of the problems. Right? I mean, neighbor is now recognized as a complete floundering moron by the LL, I get to live with my bf, and only a few months left and I can get out of there. WRONG!! Oh man was I dead freaking wrong.
Today, March 30 2008, 10PM: NW is sitting at work, doing her job, minding her own business. It’s her Friday, so she is thinking about the wonderful things she will do this weekend. Phone rings and very-awesome co-worker answers. CW is sitting far away so I don’t know about the conversation she has until she stands up and says my name. The following exchange occurs:
Cw: NW, I think you’re neighbor just called me… This guy called in and gave your address then said “one of the girls you work with is my neighbor. Her bf who isn’t supposed to be there just came home and he’s with some girl”. I thought it was weird
(All my coworkers have had to listen to me complain about how much I hate my neighbor, fyi. Also, the neighbor likes to say that my bf is with a girl, we think it’s his attempt to make us break up or something pathetic like that.)
Me: *explodes in so many different ways that I turn purple* wtf??!!! Are you serious? How the hell does he know where I work?
Cw: Well he called from XXX-XXXX. It was SO creepy, he was like, whispering and stuff.
Me: *snap!* That’s it, I’m so done, I cannot believe that… I’m calling the police. *I step out to make this phone call*
(So for those of you who don’t already know this about me, I work for a police agency. Nothing is scarier then someone finding out where you work and then using that info against you. It sounds paranoid, but people really will try and find you and hurt you or your family because they’re all bitchy about having to go to jail) (Also, I don’t live in the jurisdiction of the agency I work for, that’s not too important, but could be kind of confusing I guess)
After speaking to the officer on the phone, I asked him to go out to my apartment because my bf was there and I was worried about a fight starting. This next bit was relayed to me by my bf. After he spoke to the officer about how this guy has made complaint after complaint, the officer went and talked to my neighbor. The officer apparently told him to back the eff off, and the neighbor happened to let the officer know that he is moving out soon.
UHWHA?!
*cue victorious anthem* Ultimate Victory!! DING!! You win at life! *squeals and dances with joy, maybe even cries a little*You cannot understand how much I detest that man, he tried to get me evicted, has tried to separate me from my significant other AND my dog, and spends hours screaming through the floor for us to shut up while we watch T.V. at volume level 3. At that volume, you’re now reading your show on closed caption… He won’t let me lock the stairwell outer door because the ‘hordes’ of visitors he has ‘all the time’ can’t get in to see him. Even though my door in that stairwell is flimsy as crap and the area is not so great, so any cracked out freak could get in if they wanted to bad enough. BUT HE’S MOVING!! OMG HE’S MOVING!!!!
So thus is my Epic Victory over my passive aggressive, crybaby of a neighbor. In yo face sucka! Hehehehehehe!!! Yay!
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