I have been in the worst mood today. I wore my angry shirt to mark the occasion. I tend to wear the only red shirt I own on days I’m not in the mood to deal with any shit. Let that be a warning to those of you who may know me in person.
So guess who I have coming over tomorrow? The area manager of our apartment complex, along with the property manager and maintenance guy who is involved in our issue. Yea, I called her (same woman I emailed the letter to last weekend) again today to “tattle”. I’m tired of being strung along. I explained to her how aggravated I am getting with the whole thing. It shouldn’t be that complicated. The ceiling didn’t creak over a year ago when we moved in, so I shouldn’t have to hear it now. She agreed, and said she was going to bring the others over to experience the noise for themselves since no one seems to be taking me seriously.
The thing that pissed me off the most was the upstairs neighbors giving them a hard time about doing the bedroom, claiming that they didn’t feel there was a problem. Who are they to even say that? Do they have to lie in my bed listening to it night after night? No. I slept like shit last night, waking up at 4am because they were up and walking around. It’s getting ridiculous. I think they might have been the reason I was waking up in the middle of the night before too. Then they told maintenance they can’t come and do the work on the bedroom tomorrow, and rescheduled for Friday. It just pisses me off. The bedroom has always been my first and foremost concern, and to have maintenance question me again if the bedroom was really an issue just did it for me. And then having the manager call me and blame the other office girl for not warning me about the work they did on Friday was unbelieveable. This woman never takes responsibility, instead placing the blame on others. I haven’t liked her from the day we looked at this place, but at the time she wasn’t manager, just an assistant.
When I got home today, Joe showed me an envelope that was sent over from the office. Enclosed were four free passes to the movies, and a letter stating that they are going to give us a refund for a week’s worth of rent. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but what I really want is some peace and quiet. All the movie tickets and free rent in the world is not going to make me happy. Besides, I feel like the manager does these things just to look good in front of her boss (who is the woman I’ve been speaking with) and doesn’t really give two shits about us. I found out today she lied about how she got my complaint postcard on Thursday, July 3rd and meant to call us but decided to wait until Monday. She got it at the beginning of the week, but didn’t bother to contact us even though her boss said she should. And then of course I wrote that email before she took care of the issue which really didn’t look good for her. Maybe if she just did her job, she wouldn’t have to run around trying to constantly save face.
For now you’ll have to excuse me – I’ve got a pistachio cake in the oven that’s almost ready to eat. Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get some sleep tonight!