Ignorant people, ch. 5
Warning: The following entry contains explicit language. Parental discretion is advised.
I've probably mentioned this many time already, but people who think that they are the only fucking ones on the planet really piss me off. Unfortunately for me, one of my neighbours is one such person.
I live in a split level condo in Orléans. First of all, the people who designed the units, and the whole project for that matter were smoking crack while sniffing cocaine. It's very easy to get lost in the project and the units are layed out in a very unique fashion. But props to them for using space in the best way possible. Unfortunately, the contracter and builders cut some corners while building and the sound isolation between units is not the best. But hey, the fucking units were built in 1987; it's a little too fucking late to do anything about that. So what can the residents do? Pretty much either move away, or learn to accept that the isolation is not good and live with it. Or they can be like my bitch of neighbour and complain to everyone because she thinks she's the fucking queen of the universe.
After she moved in to her unit, which is below mine, in September 2004. She came to see me to talk to me about noise. She told me that she suffers from insomnia in the morning and that I sometimes woke her up when I woke up. Now, I have to wake up at 5:40 in the morning to get ready for work, and since I knew that the noise isolation wasn't the best (she inquired about it herself, and was told), and that I also knew that not everybody wakes up at 5:40 am to go to work, I told myself "okay, hear her out and we'll see if we can be more careful." That's just my considerate nature taking over. So I asked her if she could give me some examples of the noise so that I would try to be more careful. Here's what she told me:
- WhenI walk around
- When I flush the toilet
- When the water goes down the drain while I take a shower
- When I open my dresser drawers
- When I open my closet door
- When I close my front door when I leave
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! I'm not kidding here. Oh excuse me, you fucking piece of shit! I'm so sorry that I'm disturbing the fucking queen cunt of the universe! Are we all supposed to stop living? Would that please her Majesty? Why don't you go fuck yourself, you fucking retarded ignorant bitch!
Now I could've seen if it had been sometime like I play my music too loud after 11, or the tv was too loud, or something like that. But no, it was retarded shit like that. I was biting my tongue so hard to prevent myself for blowing up in her fucking face. In case you didn't realize, you goddam cow, I'm not like your pussy of a 30 year old son that still living with you. It's not like I'm a tenant who lives in your house on the second floor. I'm paying a mortgage for this unit and I'm gonna live my life like I want to. I'm not going to start blasting music early in the morning, because I was raised to respect people, not like I'm the only person who matters in the universe.
I'm writing about this now because recently, she came back on the attack. A few weeks ago, I got a phone call at 1:30am from this stupid bitch, telling me that I'd just woken her up and that I should be more considerate at this hour, since the noise isolation isn't good. And what might I have been doing that disturbed her so, you ask yourself, O my brothers? (Sorry, I went a little Alex DeLarge on you there :-) ), I'll tell you what I was doing? I had a bad cold...and I was coughing! I was fucking coughing! All I did was slam the phone down without saying a word. That broke the camel's back! I am fucking fed up. She's going to learn to tolerate other people living their lives around her Majesty, or she'll have to move. I'm not going to try and be considerate anymore. I'll live like I want to. If she wants suggestions on where she can go, I'll gladly tell her where she can go.
I've probably mentioned this many time already, but people who think that they are the only fucking ones on the planet really piss me off. Unfortunately for me, one of my neighbours is one such person.
I live in a split level condo in Orléans. First of all, the people who designed the units, and the whole project for that matter were smoking crack while sniffing cocaine. It's very easy to get lost in the project and the units are layed out in a very unique fashion. But props to them for using space in the best way possible. Unfortunately, the contracter and builders cut some corners while building and the sound isolation between units is not the best. But hey, the fucking units were built in 1987; it's a little too fucking late to do anything about that. So what can the residents do? Pretty much either move away, or learn to accept that the isolation is not good and live with it. Or they can be like my bitch of neighbour and complain to everyone because she thinks she's the fucking queen of the universe.
After she moved in to her unit, which is below mine, in September 2004. She came to see me to talk to me about noise. She told me that she suffers from insomnia in the morning and that I sometimes woke her up when I woke up. Now, I have to wake up at 5:40 in the morning to get ready for work, and since I knew that the noise isolation wasn't the best (she inquired about it herself, and was told), and that I also knew that not everybody wakes up at 5:40 am to go to work, I told myself "okay, hear her out and we'll see if we can be more careful." That's just my considerate nature taking over. So I asked her if she could give me some examples of the noise so that I would try to be more careful. Here's what she told me:
- WhenI walk around
- When I flush the toilet
- When the water goes down the drain while I take a shower
- When I open my dresser drawers
- When I open my closet door
- When I close my front door when I leave
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! I'm not kidding here. Oh excuse me, you fucking piece of shit! I'm so sorry that I'm disturbing the fucking queen cunt of the universe! Are we all supposed to stop living? Would that please her Majesty? Why don't you go fuck yourself, you fucking retarded ignorant bitch!
Now I could've seen if it had been sometime like I play my music too loud after 11, or the tv was too loud, or something like that. But no, it was retarded shit like that. I was biting my tongue so hard to prevent myself for blowing up in her fucking face. In case you didn't realize, you goddam cow, I'm not like your pussy of a 30 year old son that still living with you. It's not like I'm a tenant who lives in your house on the second floor. I'm paying a mortgage for this unit and I'm gonna live my life like I want to. I'm not going to start blasting music early in the morning, because I was raised to respect people, not like I'm the only person who matters in the universe.
I'm writing about this now because recently, she came back on the attack. A few weeks ago, I got a phone call at 1:30am from this stupid bitch, telling me that I'd just woken her up and that I should be more considerate at this hour, since the noise isolation isn't good. And what might I have been doing that disturbed her so, you ask yourself, O my brothers? (Sorry, I went a little Alex DeLarge on you there :-) ), I'll tell you what I was doing? I had a bad cold...and I was coughing! I was fucking coughing! All I did was slam the phone down without saying a word. That broke the camel's back! I am fucking fed up. She's going to learn to tolerate other people living their lives around her Majesty, or she'll have to move. I'm not going to try and be considerate anymore. I'll live like I want to. If she wants suggestions on where she can go, I'll gladly tell her where she can go.
posted by Angry_Man at 4:16 p.m.
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