Shamu moonlights upstairs and I'm a crotchety bitch
I'm currently renting the basement suite of a couple's home. They've gone away for almost a month and currently have a house-sitter while they're gone. The first night the people upstairs left, the house-sitter came in at about 10-10:30 and immediately started blasting music. They then have some sort of jam session in a room that's directly above my bedroom. This continues until at least 2 in the morning when I just can't take it anymore and go sleep on the couch with earplugs. From what I understood from the owners, it was one person looking after the place but so far, it sounds like at 3 or 4 people squatting every night.
This is not a "I was told that I could listen to the radio at a reasonable volume from 9:00 to 11:00" situation. This happens from the time they get up to 3 AM. Or later, but my threshold seems to be 3:00. Clearly they are "come home and turn on music" type of people, which is fine but I don't know why Helen Keller needs to hear the tunes as well. When I say "blast music" I mean I can make out the lyrics to their crappy ass music. Even if the music wasn't crappy, I don't want to be able to hear it over my own crappy music. (I turned up the volume on my stereo and could still hear their noise). Even worse when it's loud and thumping but fuzzy so I can't make out the words or place the song. (I know, there's just no pleasing some bitches.) I can hear conversations and they're inane. I can feel the bass, especially if I'm sitting in bed. And if I'm getting railed against my headboard, at least buy me dinner first.
This has continued every night since their arrival and the homeowners are gone for another three weeks. I wouldn't be so chapped about this if it didn't continuously go on well past midnight on weeknights, at these crazy volumes. I work a 8 to 5ish job and freelance write & design outside of those hours. Basically if I'm at home, I'm working.
I've knocked on their doors a few times now, quite unsuccessfully. I don't know if they genuinely can't hear me or if they're just being dicks. We have separate entrances and so far our paths haven't crossed. I really want to talk to them first before contacting the landlords but I don't know what choice I have at this point.
It's really unfortunate how the house is laid out. I can still hear the "mutha####a, #### you" raps when I'm in my living room but at least it's somewhat bearable so I've been sleeping on the couch the past few nights. The whole problem is that the music is directly above my bedroom and the guest bedroom. It's definitely concentrated on my bedroom, which is why my panties are all in a knot because my bed is awesome. I use the guest bedroom as an office and now it's hard to work in there too.
Besides the music, they also seem to walk around with lead feet. It's like elephants tap-dancing with work boots. I can tell you when they're pushing out turd just from their footsteps. I can hear every time they enter or exit because they feel the need to slam doors too. This I can kind of live with. I mean, I'm in the basement, what did I expect. But honestly I've never really had these noise issues with the landlords in the 10 months I've been here, so I don't know what the deuce is up with these people.
Yes, I can continue to sleep on the couch (No, I can't.) Yes, I can stay at my parents or friends' homes. But I'm paying rent and they're house-sitting. So I think this getting pretty friggin ridiculous.
CP, please tell me that I'm justified in having a sandy vag over this or shed your CP wisdom as to why I'm just being a crotchety bitch. Or give me pointers. You know what pointers. (They don't seem to own/drive cars so I can't "misplace" any extension cords.) Yes, I'm venting with this thread right now because I can't sleep over the sound of their extreme ######baggery.
And Shamu, if you're reading this, mother####er, #### you too. Stop listening to Nickelback and rap. It's confusing above all else.
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