lastcivilizedwoman

that’s just the way it goes…

November 13, 2017
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There’s a theme here..either I’m a pain in the ass or people here in STL lie alot…to themselves or each other, especially when it’s about someone or something they don’t have a clue about.

20 years ago, I moved into a very beautiful building into a very unique condo apartment.  Unfortunately, it was full of very ugly people, who did everything they could think of to make me pack up and leave. Instead, i stayed for 10 years, long enough for my beautiful little black dog  to pass away and long enough to make an embezzler leave town. I believe this guy was stealing the condo association’s money to support himself because he couldn’t find a job as a graphic designer. I also believe he stole money from the city for the same reason. Of course, I can’t prove any of this! Anyway, to make a long story short, I stayed and it didn’t matter what they did, I was going to stay.

Let’s fast forward to 2016. My then landlord wasn’t interested in maintaining the apartment I was living in and on top of that, he moved his girlfriend in and since she was jealous of me and had a nasty habit of dropping stuff on the floor over my bedroom late at night, after 6 years and one job loss, it was time for me to move. 2 months after she camped her fat ass upstairs, I was gone.

November 2016, I moved into a beautiful historical landmark building, that once again, is full of ugly people. Don’t get me wrong, the building is beautifully rendered, inside and out, renovated from the walls in with about 200 unique apartments holding a varied group of people, across all socio-economic backgrounds. Unfortunately, for me, the person to the east of me, seems to enjoy dragging something across the floor at irregular intervals, creating disruptive, screeching sounds at all hours of the day and night.  One Friday night, this jerkweed spent an entire evening dragging shit across the floor. Most “normal” people probably would have gotten bored after a couple of hours. Not this mental defective.  I discovered that this person is able to do this because the floors are connected under the walls so any sound produced on the floor transfers to the next apartment.

The other odd thing, I seem to be the only person complaining about the noise to management. Because of this, there has been no action taken. Emails ignored, calls to security unanswered and the sound, like nails on a chalkboard, continues unabated.

I wouldn’t recommend any one coming to live in this historical building across from the 8th and Pine metrolink station in St. Louis, MO for this very reason. They’ll make you pay outrageous rent, bug the shit out of you if you don’t pay on time and ignore any requests for help until it suits them to respond, which is never.

What’s left for me to do? I had considered knocking on the next door, but, considering that it’s obvious this person is creating the racket on purpose, what’s the point? I’m actually opting for total public humiliation by confronting the dragger, just to embarrass him or her (likely a her) completely and utterly.

My perception of the management people is that because they don’t live here and the security team can’t afford to live here, complaints about the racket or anything else has very little meaning to them, other than collecting the rent and pretending to present something to the public at large that is essentially NOT TRUE.

At first, I thought the noise was coming from the top floor community room, (which the tenants can’t reserve, but management can for their events, whenever they feel like it and then charge tenants to attend). I figured the racket out early one Saturday morning (1:45 am)  when I was up watching a movie and all of a sudden, the screech. Put my ear to the wall, and there it was.

The next weekend, it was party central with more dragging along with yelling, thumping and some loud music. This time, I called security (who didn’t answer) and left a message asking that they come up and ask 18XX to shut the party down. Less than a minute later, blissful silence. Which makes me wonder if the guard wasn’t in there partying with them.

It’s the beginning of a new week, and once more into the noisy breach. as I did in my other condo, I’m not leaving until I’m ready to go, not because they may be trying to harass me out.

Some vague attempt by the management team to get me to abandon my lease so they can put someone else in my apartment.

I’m still going to opt for total and complete public humiliation. I’m lying in wait for my chance to embarrass the hell out of everybody.

Crazy lady signing off…

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