32 More days...

and they'll be gone.

My neighbours upstairs are complete moron assholes. When I first moved in, "She" seemed relatively nice - she was even the first to introduce herself and welcome me to the building! Of course, that was before her boyfriend decided to invite himself to live here.

Since then, it's gone completely downhill. During the winter, her and their next-door neighbour thought it would be a great idea to turn the laundry room into a smoking lounge. Aside from the legalities, the landlord asked everyone if they minded - and when he asked me, I said I didn't think it would be a big deal. And it wasn't... until they started using it as extended living space.

They didn't go down there just to have a smoke out of the cold... they went down there in groups to socialize and have three or four, or five or six, for an hour or so at a time...! Again, not necessarily a problem, except... my door is about 4 feet from the laundry room door. Smoke would waft out of the room when the door opened and closed. Smoke would waft in from under the laundry room door to under my door. I could tell when they were smoking in the laundry room, because I could smell it in my apartment - anywhere. On the couch watching TV. Lying in bed. EVERYWHERE. I'd open my windows in the dead of winter to air the apartment out. I'd open the lobby door to air out the stairwell. It was becoming a pain in the ass.

So, after a few months of trying to be polite, opening the main lobby door (and them closing it because it's cold, etc)... I finally asked the landlord to ask them to stop smoking in the laundry room. Of course, this was a big problem for the princess upstairs. She went off on a 45 minute tyraid on my landlord. No joke. 45 minutes. I could her her yelling at my landlord from her apartment above me! Who yells at their landlord for that? Honestly! If it's that big a deal... smoke in your own apartment!!

Since then, they refuse to speak to me when we cross paths in the parking lot or in the hallways. I guess I ruined their perfect paradise. It's terribly childish. It's like being back in grade school all over again. Just silly.

And, on an unrelated note: neither her nor her Porsche-Cayenne-weilding boyfriend can park worth a shit. They really are they type of people that NEED parking lines on a parking lot - but of course, even then, they'd be the people that park over the line anyway. Last night, I had to park in my neighbours' parking space because that ugly POS Cayenne was in part of my spot... and I'm not comfortable parking that close to thier vehicles... especially since I have about three new dents on the passenger side of my car!

But here's the good news...! I guess since they can't treat the entire building as their own playground anymore... they're moving! They gave their notice at the end of April... about a month after the whole "no smoking in the laundry room" debacle. Gee... I sure hope I had nothing to do with making them move out! :)

*sigh* 32 more days to go...