I’m the Modern Day Gladys Kravitz

I am the modern day Glayds Kravitz, and I’m proud of it! In case you may not remember, she was the “nosy” neighbor, I prefer to say she was inquisitive, on Bewitched. She actually knew that Samantha was a witch and saw several clues and signs, yet no one believed her.


I’m still in the same apartment I’ve been in, for over five years now. We debated moving this Summer, but due to rent prices, cost of moving and the fact that we do, indeed, love our apartment, it was more feasible for us to stay. Granted, I know that means I am putting myself in a bad situation, in regards to my neighbor and management. I get it, no manager wants to hear any complaints. No one enjoys hearing about issues that need to be resolved, however, I also would not choose to be an apartment manager if I can’t handle “issues” or complaints. I naively hoped that with all that happened with the prior neighbor, specifically the fact that she was “squatting” here and stole from me and other neighbors, that things would improve. That it could have been a learning experience and for management to intervene and get the issues resolved in a timely fashion. I was wrong, dead wrong.

My current upstairs neighbor should never be living on a top floor apartment with wood floors. He enjoys his heeled shoes and loves to push furniture around all hours of the day and night. The worst of it is his love of using a floor buffer. At first, I thought he was vacuuming his wood floors, using the lowest setting. But, I could hear that he was going over the same spot, over and over again. My mom, who was visiting, thought it was a jet fighter flying above my apartment. I had written and later spoken to the owner, after giving up on management. The owner said all the right things, but nothing has been done since. My main point to him was to perhaps require that tenants put down rugs, to cut down noise. I can tell my neighbor doesn’t have rugs, because when he walks in his heeled shoes, there’s never a break. Again, I realize it may sound petty, but when a heavy man wears heeled shoes, it sounds very much like someone walking and hammering the floor, at the same time. The last “advice” we received from management, when we could not hear our own TV, because the neighbors crappy 70s music was blasting, was that we should just turn our TV up louder. No discussion with the neighbor about being more courteous, rather, let’s just ignore the issue and create an even bigger noise issue! Besides, when we turn our TV up, his music goes up. It’s a lose-lose battle.

I’ve recorded a couple of his noisier moments; one sounds like he’s sawing a tree upstairs, but it’s his floor buffer. He must have the shiniest floors in the building! My goal of talking to the owner was to get updates to the lease and request that people put down rugs and be more considerate. He agreed that they don’t do a good enough job with that, but I’m not going to hold my breath that actual changes will occur in the future.



Upstairs Neighbor Drama

I’m very cranky today. It’s probably more appropriate for this Cancer sign to say I’m crabby today, both fit. Why? Well, I am going on a bit of lack of sleep. Not the typical kind where my body doesn’t allow sleep because of chronic pain and fatigue. This lack of sleep is due to a rude upstairs neighbor. My new neighbor moved in roughly last weekend, and has made her presence known quick. I can’t be 100%, but I believe she may be in trouble with the law, at least she was last year. I googled her last name, which is a very unique, not common name, and found a very interesting mugshot. It did look a lot like my neighbor, granted, from what I could see from my peephole. Her mugshot was from last year and was for petty larceny. Granted, I don’t know the full story or situation, I just know that a woman with my neighbors name, has a mugshot for petty larceny and she was, according to the website, at age 30. My husband got a good look at her as she was walking the dog and when I showed him the mugshot, he said, wow, that looks a lot like her. So, again, I’m not sure, but I think it’s most likely her. Granted, anyone can have a back story and I’m not judging, because, all of us have found ourselves in trouble of some kind in our lives. Some of us get caught, while others don’t. However, I certainly wasn’t doing any of that activity when I was 30. I was a career woman, with a steady job and income. But, I don’t know the full story.

I say all of this because it gives you some idea of what my mind has been going through. Not only am I bit concerned with leaving things out, like the washing detergent I leave sitting on my washer and dryer, which is downstairs in our shared basement. Should I now start putting that away? Which would be a great pain, let me add. I suppose I’ll play it by ear. Should I notice that I’m going through it quickly, then maybe I’ll put it away. I recall when I first moved in to this apartment and told my former coworkers about the shared basement where our washer and dryer are placed. My one very negative coworker mentioned, well how will you know if they’re using yours or not? I just shrugged her off, now I’m wondering! Prior to this new neighbor moving in, there was an elderly lady living upstairs who, was a saint, compared to this new one. Granted, she had annoying, did I say annoying, grand kids, that would come over roughly every other weekend. They liked to push the buzzers, not doorbells, but buzzers, which are quite alarming and startling. They’re more like that Operation game buzzer going off, but much louder. Their father, who I assumed was the son of the elderly neighbor, was often over, and I think was living with his mom towards the end of her living here. He was a smoker, I hate, I mean HATE, cigarettes, so I was always annoyed going into my hallway to smell the smoke after he walked by just a mere hour before. However, he was always polite, his children, not so much.

This new neighbor has a dog. I love animals, of course I love cats much, much more. The other day she left and her dog was sobbing and howling after she left. I honestly just felt so sad for the little baby. I wanted to hold him and tell him his mommy would be back soon. I honestly did not mind hearing him cry. Honestly, I’d much prefer an animal as a neighbor, well, as opposed to the human kind. I’d put up with her dog howling all night long, over the banging doors, at 4 AM, that I woke to this morning. Our bedrooms are in the same position, so at 4 this morning I heard her opening and closing, opening and closing her closet doors, slamming them shut. Perhaps it wasn’t slamming, but if I can hear her doors closing, it’s loud! If any door shutting wakes me up, it’s too loud! Granted, my husband and I are TV junkies. She probably hears our TV’s going. I realize there are noises that all tenants have to deal with. I get it, I’ve been a renter since I was 19. I have lived in many, many apartments, She ranks about the top 3 worst neighbors. I say this so far because every day she has lived here, I’ve heard her stomping across her newly uncovered hard wood floors, which I know create much more noise. She’s a heel walker folks. A loud ass heel walker. I suppose ballet wasn’t in the cards for her as a child, maybe that’s why she has a mugshot? She supposedly lives alone, but I hear her talking very loudly to someone, whether it’s in person or on the phone, I don’t know.

The other night I kept hearing a slamming door in my hallway. Come to find out she was bringing chairs from her upstairs apartment and putting them in the basement to store in her storage. I have opened and closed that basement door many times, there is a way to close it gently. It takes a bit of finesse. I realize that some people don’t slowly roll their cars to a stop and gently brake, to a perfect unison of smoothness. I pride myself that I can brake without any slight movements. I realize I may be a bit too much of a perfectionist. When I’m watching TV, I turn it down to about a 13 volume level, unless there is music, then I turn it down closer to a 10. My hand is always on the remote just in case the actors get carried away. I don’t feel like I’m given the same respect. I know it’s apartment living and you can’t expect the same with each renter. There are definitely some that treat their apartment like a home vs. just a place to live. My apartment is my home. I love peace and quiet and to feel safe. I hate hearing someone stomping above me, talking very loudly, slamming closet doors at 4 am, and slamming basement doors in the evening. I am a bit nervous about her record. Granted, I know I could be living next to people with much worse records, but now that I am pretty sure she has one, it does give me concern. I would never be rude to her because of it, I just will keep my guard up until I know her, if I ever do.

So, like I wrote, I’m very crabby today. I don’t like being woke up by loud noises. If you rent, be courteous of your neighbors. I should probably be living on the top floor. I don’t wear shoes in my apartment, I don’t have kids, my cats don’t make any loud thumping noises, and overall, the only noise you might hear out of me is a TV or me yelling at my husband! However, even though I have a TV in my bedroom, I now only watch during the day. I would never watch my TV at night knowing I have a neighbor upstairs possibly trying to sleep. Now that there are hardwood floors, I realize how much insulation the carpets provided. I miss those carpets! I wish the landlord put in more insulation so that you can’t hear as much. I did get nervous about the noise because I could hear my former neighbors when they were peeing in their bathrooms! These apartments need better insulation! However, if my neighbor would take off her shoes, walk a little softer or wear socks/slippers, and stop slamming doors, we may be able to cohabitate. Otherwise, I’m seriously looking at moving.