Upstairs/Downstairs

Karma is brutal I suppose. For the past day, my neighbor(I can’t tell if it’s my upstairs one or my next door one) has been making quite a racket. It sounds like they are moving in? And then refinishing the floors. Or maybe scraping the paint off the wall? It’s infuriating.

At first, I was like—ok, they are moving in. Well that’s fine. And then it dragged on aaaaaaaalll day. And then I went outside and came back at like 11 o’clock at night. And it was still going on!

But you see, I am a wimp. So I didn’t do anything other than pound the wall in frustration and yell out obscenities. My downstairs neighbor is not as wimpy. He never hestitates to come up and complain if he feels I’ve been loud. So far he has done this three times.

#1 Huck Slim was having rehearsal there and he felt we were being too loud. We did end at ten o’clock and he agreed that we always did end early. But I guess the stomping is too much.

#2 I was playing guitar in my bedroom late at night. And I guess he could hear me. It was an acoustic guitar! Still. My fault. However, this was the most obnoxious. He went downstairs and he buzzed on the buzzer. I didn’t hear it. And then he came up and started knocking on my door. Let me ask you: do you really want to answer a knock at the door at midnight? I almost didn’t.

#3 The stupidest of the three. Apparently, he was complaining about noises in the night. They were my cats I suppose. And I was like, ummm I really can’t do anything about that. They chase each other sometimes. Sorry.

He also was under the impression that before a couple of cops lived in the apartment. I don’t believe him. Maybe one. But my apartment is big for one person but would be small for two people that aren’t a couple couple. Being a roommate in my apt would suck.

Still—this has all karmically come back. And now I am in my downstairs’ neighbors position right now. I am hoping that by the time I get back from Thanksgiving vacation that this is all sorted out. Because it is driving me crazy.

The worst part is I don’t know if it’s the upstairs or the next door. The sound is deceptive. It could be either. And I don’t want to knock on the wrong door.