![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I got a phone call this morning from my landlord agency.
They are going to send my upstairs neighbor a letter about an "anonymous neighbor" who complained about the noise of recent.
I said, "Okay." (I would have been fine even if they had put a name to the complainer; I'll stand by what I bitched about.)
I was also informed that I should also call the police about any disturbances. Yeah. I can see that going over really well with city policemen.
Me: Yes, officer. The girl above me brought people home and they're talking really loud and they don't take off their shoes when they come inside. Will you take time out of your actual crime fighting and yell at them for me because I don't have the balls to do it myself?
Them: Shut up and die, thanks, bye.
I'm very nearly guilt-ridden. I'm not insofar as I remember how pissed I was and that it was really very inconsiderate to be that loud that late at night/early in the morning. And if a complaint will prevent something similar from happening again, I can live with the guilt. But still, I feel like such a tattletale. I almost wish we lived in a dorm and I could call the campus police out to tell them to quiet down. But we're living in an apartment in a big city, and therefore should act more adult. This means consideration of neighbors who don't want to stay up until 6:30AM, even on the weekends.
But still: GUILT.
They are going to send my upstairs neighbor a letter about an "anonymous neighbor" who complained about the noise of recent.
I said, "Okay." (I would have been fine even if they had put a name to the complainer; I'll stand by what I bitched about.)
I was also informed that I should also call the police about any disturbances. Yeah. I can see that going over really well with city policemen.
Me: Yes, officer. The girl above me brought people home and they're talking really loud and they don't take off their shoes when they come inside. Will you take time out of your actual crime fighting and yell at them for me because I don't have the balls to do it myself?
Them: Shut up and die, thanks, bye.
I'm very nearly guilt-ridden. I'm not insofar as I remember how pissed I was and that it was really very inconsiderate to be that loud that late at night/early in the morning. And if a complaint will prevent something similar from happening again, I can live with the guilt. But still, I feel like such a tattletale. I almost wish we lived in a dorm and I could call the campus police out to tell them to quiet down. But we're living in an apartment in a big city, and therefore should act more adult. This means consideration of neighbors who don't want to stay up until 6:30AM, even on the weekends.
But still: GUILT.
