I'm going to apologize now for my use of obscenities. They really are necessary here.
When we last left off I had a place to stay.....a very costly place to stay. I am thankful my animals were safe. This whole thing has been a very costly & emotional nightmare.
Saturday, Sunday & Monday I spent bagging & cleaning out my closets. Add to that my not sleeping much, paranoia does that to you. On Sunday, I was so exhausted after I showered that I fell asleep when I sat down for a minute on my bed. I slept for a while. When I got up I fed my animals & made myself something to eat. When I went back to my bedroom to get my phone, what did I see? One of the nasty fuckers running across the corner of my bed. Guess it didn't realize I had gotten up. See, there are some misconceptions about bed bugs.
First off, they don't come to you because you are dirty. They are pretty much creatures of opportunity. Sure, the facts you read say they are most active in the hours just before dawn, but the one I saw running was at 6pm. They are attracted to body heat & carbon dioxide. My sleeping for about 2 hours was enough to lure that one out. But it didn't survive. I sprayed it with alcohol & then smashed it. Mind you, when I went to bed that night, it was on the couch & I slept there until 6:30am. I went back to sleep on my bed, on top of the comforter just before 7am & was up at 9am. In that time, I got 5 bites on my arm. Here are some good facts about the little fuckers.
Now, from when Jay & I cleaned that previous Monday (7/18), things improved greatly. From Monday to Tuesday (7/26), I only physically saw 10 total. All with the exception of the one after my nap, I searched the others out. Monday night Jay came by to help get the black mesh off the bottom of my box springs. We were expecting the worst. 3. That's all we found & those 3 are included in the 10 total.
I still feel like a leper. Please understand that bed bugs do not live on a host and with everything I have been doing, no new bites, don't be worried to come over here or to invite me over. Sure, they could attach themselves somewhere on your clothes. My management office kindly explained it to me that I could pick one up by brushing up against clothing on racks in Walmart. You can get them in a movie theater. Pretty much, you can get them anywhere. I'm almost fascinated by them. I'm not sure if they are extremely intelligent or are just little creatures that do the same little habits every single day.
I've continued to spray. I bought actual bed bug spray this past Tuesday (8/2) because I saw 2 live ones. I am happy to report I don't have any new bites & haven't in 2 weeks. I sprayed my room, locking my animals out & ventilating well. My neighbor gave me some Diatomaceous Earth (DE). She has the human grade kind that is safe around my animals. To bugs, DE is like glass shards. It cuts them up & dries them out. I'm glad. I refuse to let any more of those fuckers in. I spent a good hour putting it around my base boards yesterday.
I have had to complain to the office about the Conspiracy Theorist & his Skank Bitch girlfriend. They aren't cleaning properly. They wash their shit in the bathtub & hang it over the railing. That is NOT an acceptable method of combating bed bugs. I was told at the office that they can't "make" people do the right thing. I told her that my efforts are moot then & they will always be paying a hefty bill for the exterminator. Douchebags.
So I still have most of my stuff bagged up. The exterminator is coming back Thursday (8/11). I'm not sure if they are going to be back a 3rd time. I just would like this to be over. But I wonder if it will ever be over. I still have paranoia. If I have an itch, I have to feel it, to see if it's bites. I still constantly perform checks. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I have to calm myself down to go back to sleep. It's such an awful feeling.
I'm hoping this next exterminator visit alleviates even more of my paranoia.
Wish me luck!!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Nightmare
Let me tell you the horror that has been my life for the last almost 2 months and the nightmare that has been since Monday & hopefully ends Tuesday.
I've been posting about how I have these bug bites. Tons of them. My legs, my arms, my back & my left butt cheek. I've been living in Off & Neem spray. I have stopped walking in the grass, I spray up nekkid, I have been wiping myself down with 91% Isopropyl Alcohol & Witch Hazel. I have been a big pink blob from calamine lotion. The way the bites look, they point to chiggers. I'm thinking with the hot & humid weather we've been having, the bugs have been out of control. The mosquitoes have always liked me more than others, so this is what I've been attributing it too.
I didn't want to think it could possibly be the worst thing ever. It was suggested to me, more than once, that maybe it's bed bugs. No, I moved a plant around, I saw baby spiders, it's spider bites. I've cleaned, dusted, wiped things down, slept in bug spray, you name it, I was still getting them. Itching, scratching, terrible. Itching is a pleasurable experience. I can't tell you how good it feels - eyes rolling back in your head it feels so good. On the down side, they itch so badly that they scab up. I haven't been able to shave my legs & my arms, well, I look like a doper.
I started pulling my sheets up, at all hours, checking the seams, crawling across my mattress with nothing on it. I didn't see anything, it's not bed bugs......
This past Monday Jay grabbed a tissue & there was a bug on it. So he looked it up & said it looked like a bed bug. I disagreed, I had checked at least 20 times, at all hours. I saw nothing. So we ate dinner & I asked him to help me pull my bed away from the wall. Let the nightmare begin.
There was a cluster. Two of them at the head of my bed, between my mattress & box spring. It gets worse. One on his side, two more on mine & one at the bottom of my bed. I had a melt down. A big melt down. I am so thankful Jay was here to help me because physically I was not capable. He helped me strip the bed & bag my sheets, bed skirt & comforter up. He helped me vacuum & move stuff. I called the maintenance number after I calmed down some. I announced who I was & asked who I was speaking to. Then I asked if there had been any complaints about bed bugs. There was a real long pause & I got a "yeeesssssss". I said well I have them too. I was told there was an exterminator coming Thursday (yesterday) & I would be added to the list.
Jay & I went & dried my sheets, then washed them, then dried everything again. Before we left, we hosed my bedroom down with 91% Isopropyl alcohol. It was so strong. We got home & put the clean sheets back on. Took showers, again & went to bed. It was the first time in a month I didn't wake up with new bites.
Wednesday morning I went to the office to the office to tell them what I discovered. I offered to show them all my areas of bites, including my butt cheek. I was told the exterminator was only coming Thursday to assess 4 & 4N. There are 12 apartments in my building. I happen to be 5N. Right next to 4N. 4N being the Conspiracy Theorist & his skank bitch girlfriend. I asked at the office if it was his apartment but she couldn't tell me, but then she did admit it started in his. Fucker. WE SHARE A FUCKING WALL!!!!
That afternoon the entire building got letters with instructions for Tuesday, 7/26. They are going to bomb every apartment. We have specific instructions as to what we have to do, before & after. It's a nightmare. Early Thursday morning, I was awake about 3am & my arm & side of my foot were itching, bad. PANIC!!! I turned my light on & whipped my sheets off my bed & I saw it. It was trying to get away. I ran to get my spray bottle of alcohol, it kills them instantly. I sprayed it & saw another on my bed skirt & sprayed that one. Then all my sheets came off and I checked all around again. I sat on my floor crying in the middle of the night, checking. I only found one more. Now you should know, I have been constantly spraying & checking. I lifted & checked between my mattress & box spring 4 times that day. The facts Jay read said they will travel up to 20 feet for a meal. Awesome. You should also know that before I went to bed that night I sprayed my couch, again. There hasn't been any evidence there, precautionary. I also sprayed my stairs & the shared wall between me & the scumbags. The smell of alcohol was strong. It was awful, it's been awful.
I went back to the office yesterday & explained that I'm completely skeeved
I finally calmed down yesterday & started checking for hotels nearby that allow pets. I saw that a Days Inn 15 miles away took them but there is a Days Inn 4 miles down the road from me. I called, just to see, because it didn't say. They have rooms they allow pets in. In talking with the lady, she bred & raised boxers (Hailey is a boxer) and we got to chatting. She even worked it that I can check in early if the room wasn't occupied the night before since I don't know when the exterminator is coming. HUGE relief. I have somewhere safe & cool where my animals can be. This allows me to go do a whole crap load of laundry. Because I have the room until Wednesday, that allows me to come & clean after the exterminators leave.
Before they come I have to move everything away from the walls, vacuum, put stuff away, put food away, bag up everything, wash it & dry it. After they leave I have to vacuum everything again & wipe everything down. I'm glad my animals will be somewhere that I can get the joint cleaned up before they come home.
This is an awful nightmare. I know it's not that I am dirty, but it certainly makes me feel that way. I slept part of the night on my couch last night. At about 3:30am, I went to my bed, but I lifted, checked & sprayed & I slept on top of my covers. I have the creepy crawlies. I just checked a little while ago & found one between the mattress & box spring. It's hard, I have a king size bed & it's heavy to lift by myself. I do know the #3 apartments have "house guests" too. I'm not sure about #1s of #2s. I know the #6s don't. I didn't have many, but enough to make me feel devastated. I despise the Conspiracy Theorist & his skank bitch girlfriend. They hang out in infested projects in the next town over & since they are scumbags, what would make them think having bites was anything but normal?
I cleaned out my living room closet tonight. I have stuff stacked on my kitchen table. Tomorrow will be my bathroom closet & the beginning of my bedroom closet, which is huge. That will be good. I've been meaning to bag up clothes to donate. Don't worry. If you use BLACK garbage bags & allow them to sit in the sun for a few hours, it kills the bugs. I have to bag up dog & cat toys, their beds, pretty much everything. I don't know if the bombing will work. I don't know if there is follow up treatment. I don't really know much of anything
I've been posting about how I have these bug bites. Tons of them. My legs, my arms, my back & my left butt cheek. I've been living in Off & Neem spray. I have stopped walking in the grass, I spray up nekkid, I have been wiping myself down with 91% Isopropyl Alcohol & Witch Hazel. I have been a big pink blob from calamine lotion. The way the bites look, they point to chiggers. I'm thinking with the hot & humid weather we've been having, the bugs have been out of control. The mosquitoes have always liked me more than others, so this is what I've been attributing it too.
I didn't want to think it could possibly be the worst thing ever. It was suggested to me, more than once, that maybe it's bed bugs. No, I moved a plant around, I saw baby spiders, it's spider bites. I've cleaned, dusted, wiped things down, slept in bug spray, you name it, I was still getting them. Itching, scratching, terrible. Itching is a pleasurable experience. I can't tell you how good it feels - eyes rolling back in your head it feels so good. On the down side, they itch so badly that they scab up. I haven't been able to shave my legs & my arms, well, I look like a doper.
I started pulling my sheets up, at all hours, checking the seams, crawling across my mattress with nothing on it. I didn't see anything, it's not bed bugs......
This past Monday Jay grabbed a tissue & there was a bug on it. So he looked it up & said it looked like a bed bug. I disagreed, I had checked at least 20 times, at all hours. I saw nothing. So we ate dinner & I asked him to help me pull my bed away from the wall. Let the nightmare begin.
There was a cluster. Two of them at the head of my bed, between my mattress & box spring. It gets worse. One on his side, two more on mine & one at the bottom of my bed. I had a melt down. A big melt down. I am so thankful Jay was here to help me because physically I was not capable. He helped me strip the bed & bag my sheets, bed skirt & comforter up. He helped me vacuum & move stuff. I called the maintenance number after I calmed down some. I announced who I was & asked who I was speaking to. Then I asked if there had been any complaints about bed bugs. There was a real long pause & I got a "yeeesssssss". I said well I have them too. I was told there was an exterminator coming Thursday (yesterday) & I would be added to the list.
Jay & I went & dried my sheets, then washed them, then dried everything again. Before we left, we hosed my bedroom down with 91% Isopropyl alcohol. It was so strong. We got home & put the clean sheets back on. Took showers, again & went to bed. It was the first time in a month I didn't wake up with new bites.
Wednesday morning I went to the office to the office to tell them what I discovered. I offered to show them all my areas of bites, including my butt cheek. I was told the exterminator was only coming Thursday to assess 4 & 4N. There are 12 apartments in my building. I happen to be 5N. Right next to 4N. 4N being the Conspiracy Theorist & his skank bitch girlfriend. I asked at the office if it was his apartment but she couldn't tell me, but then she did admit it started in his. Fucker. WE SHARE A FUCKING WALL!!!!
That afternoon the entire building got letters with instructions for Tuesday, 7/26. They are going to bomb every apartment. We have specific instructions as to what we have to do, before & after. It's a nightmare. Early Thursday morning, I was awake about 3am & my arm & side of my foot were itching, bad. PANIC!!! I turned my light on & whipped my sheets off my bed & I saw it. It was trying to get away. I ran to get my spray bottle of alcohol, it kills them instantly. I sprayed it & saw another on my bed skirt & sprayed that one. Then all my sheets came off and I checked all around again. I sat on my floor crying in the middle of the night, checking. I only found one more. Now you should know, I have been constantly spraying & checking. I lifted & checked between my mattress & box spring 4 times that day. The facts Jay read said they will travel up to 20 feet for a meal. Awesome. You should also know that before I went to bed that night I sprayed my couch, again. There hasn't been any evidence there, precautionary. I also sprayed my stairs & the shared wall between me & the scumbags. The smell of alcohol was strong. It was awful, it's been awful.
I went back to the office yesterday & explained that I'm completely skeeved
I finally calmed down yesterday & started checking for hotels nearby that allow pets. I saw that a Days Inn 15 miles away took them but there is a Days Inn 4 miles down the road from me. I called, just to see, because it didn't say. They have rooms they allow pets in. In talking with the lady, she bred & raised boxers (Hailey is a boxer) and we got to chatting. She even worked it that I can check in early if the room wasn't occupied the night before since I don't know when the exterminator is coming. HUGE relief. I have somewhere safe & cool where my animals can be. This allows me to go do a whole crap load of laundry. Because I have the room until Wednesday, that allows me to come & clean after the exterminators leave.
Before they come I have to move everything away from the walls, vacuum, put stuff away, put food away, bag up everything, wash it & dry it. After they leave I have to vacuum everything again & wipe everything down. I'm glad my animals will be somewhere that I can get the joint cleaned up before they come home.
This is an awful nightmare. I know it's not that I am dirty, but it certainly makes me feel that way. I slept part of the night on my couch last night. At about 3:30am, I went to my bed, but I lifted, checked & sprayed & I slept on top of my covers. I have the creepy crawlies. I just checked a little while ago & found one between the mattress & box spring. It's hard, I have a king size bed & it's heavy to lift by myself. I do know the #3 apartments have "house guests" too. I'm not sure about #1s of #2s. I know the #6s don't. I didn't have many, but enough to make me feel devastated. I despise the Conspiracy Theorist & his skank bitch girlfriend. They hang out in infested projects in the next town over & since they are scumbags, what would make them think having bites was anything but normal?
I cleaned out my living room closet tonight. I have stuff stacked on my kitchen table. Tomorrow will be my bathroom closet & the beginning of my bedroom closet, which is huge. That will be good. I've been meaning to bag up clothes to donate. Don't worry. If you use BLACK garbage bags & allow them to sit in the sun for a few hours, it kills the bugs. I have to bag up dog & cat toys, their beds, pretty much everything. I don't know if the bombing will work. I don't know if there is follow up treatment. I don't really know much of anything
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Wits End Drama
So in my building there are 12 apartments total. The opposite end has some kids. Two families & the little kids play together, around the whole building, in the lots, whatever. None of us mind, except there is never any adult supervision.
Now, those of us at the opposite end have talked about that there is never any adult supervision. Ever. The oldest girl, who is probably about 9 years old has to watch her little sister who is probably 5ish and her little brother who is 2. He has a motorized 4 wheeler he rides around. He's been on the street with it. My neighbor, Jen, has said several times to the oldest little girl "where's your mom?", "watch your little brother". I mean, these kids think nothing of saying hi to us or talking to us. It concerns me with the odd balls that live in this general neighborhood, not just my building.
Now, the mother has a "husband". We are going to classify "husband" loosely. We all feel terrible for the oldest little girl, the one who is always in charge. She's always dragging the garbage out. Always watching those kids. She misses the school bus quite often. It's just not a good deal. Her dad is not the same dad as the other 2 younger kids. Last year, the oldest girl mentioned how her mom married the smaller kids father.
On Sunday, Jen saw most of the kids in the back (there are 2 other kids but they live in a different apartment & don't pertain to this story) except the little 2 year old boy was out front talking with the Conspiracy Theorist. WTF?? So when Jen was walking her dog, she saw the oldest little girl & asked why her mom never comes outside with them & that the little boy was talking to the Conspiracy Theorist. I guess the oldest girl made a face, like Jen was on to something. Poor little girl can't even be a little girl. Jen doesn't remember if she said anything else to the little girl. I mean neither one of those adults is ever outside sitting on the stoop watching these kids. What the fuck is wrong with them?
On Monday Jen had a note on her door telling her to mind her business & that the mom is a "single, working mom". Bull fucking shit. She's a lazy piece of garbage who is totally fucking up her kids, especially the oldest girl. Jen said the kids haven't been playing down this way. It's not like any of us mind. They like to pet the dogs when we all walk them & they chit chat with us. I mean, they are little kids. LITTLE KIDS. It's just a bad deal & that woman, those people are fucked up. If something happens to that little boy, that little girl would be messed up more than she probably already is.
Now, those of us at the opposite end have talked about that there is never any adult supervision. Ever. The oldest girl, who is probably about 9 years old has to watch her little sister who is probably 5ish and her little brother who is 2. He has a motorized 4 wheeler he rides around. He's been on the street with it. My neighbor, Jen, has said several times to the oldest little girl "where's your mom?", "watch your little brother". I mean, these kids think nothing of saying hi to us or talking to us. It concerns me with the odd balls that live in this general neighborhood, not just my building.
Now, the mother has a "husband". We are going to classify "husband" loosely. We all feel terrible for the oldest little girl, the one who is always in charge. She's always dragging the garbage out. Always watching those kids. She misses the school bus quite often. It's just not a good deal. Her dad is not the same dad as the other 2 younger kids. Last year, the oldest girl mentioned how her mom married the smaller kids father.
On Sunday, Jen saw most of the kids in the back (there are 2 other kids but they live in a different apartment & don't pertain to this story) except the little 2 year old boy was out front talking with the Conspiracy Theorist. WTF?? So when Jen was walking her dog, she saw the oldest little girl & asked why her mom never comes outside with them & that the little boy was talking to the Conspiracy Theorist. I guess the oldest girl made a face, like Jen was on to something. Poor little girl can't even be a little girl. Jen doesn't remember if she said anything else to the little girl. I mean neither one of those adults is ever outside sitting on the stoop watching these kids. What the fuck is wrong with them?
On Monday Jen had a note on her door telling her to mind her business & that the mom is a "single, working mom". Bull fucking shit. She's a lazy piece of garbage who is totally fucking up her kids, especially the oldest girl. Jen said the kids haven't been playing down this way. It's not like any of us mind. They like to pet the dogs when we all walk them & they chit chat with us. I mean, they are little kids. LITTLE KIDS. It's just a bad deal & that woman, those people are fucked up. If something happens to that little boy, that little girl would be messed up more than she probably already is.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Fruity Nutcake - The Psychotic Edition
Ok, so remember on April 29, 2011 when I wrote my Fruity Nutcake blog? Two days ago, since today is only May 1, 2011?? Well, the one of two things happened. There was confrontation. Bad. Screaming. My Screaming. I had to call my neighbor to come over. Bad.
I got home from being at Jay's & having dinner & there was this woman leaving out the shared door. My Sherlock Holmes deduction told me that since I didn't know her, she was leaving from Fruity Nutcake's apartment. She walked by me, humming and as I put my key in my door this is the conversation that took place:
Lady: Are you the young lady that lives upstairs?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: (walking down off my stoop, hand up) Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Well, I will pray for you.
Me: Pray for me? Seriously? Pray for me? I don't need to be prayed for.
Lady: Do you think you can keep the noise down in your apartment?
Me: What? Seriously, do you think I make noise 24/7???
Lady: Can I talk with you about Fruity Nutcake? She's not well, she's sick.
Me: Really? I never would have guessed that and how is that my problem?
Lady: She isn't well. She has a sweet boy, he's autistic. Do you know what autism is?
Me: Yes, I'm fully aware of what autism is.
Lady: Well, it's just so hard & the noise....
Me: Again, how is that my problem? We live in garden apartments & she lives on the first floor. (Me now screaming) I worry about getting up to go pee in the middle of the night because she claims I'm up all the time making noise.
Lady: Garden apartment, what does that mean, is your apartment a little more special?
Me: No, it means we share a common lawn space. She's in a garden apartment in a dog building. There is going to be noise. (I'm shaking & screaming). There were wood floors when I moved in, not my problem.
Lady: Do you think you could get a rug? (Fruity Nutcake opens the door).
Me: Have one. If you think I am going to walk on egg shells in MY apartment you are insane. The fact that she banged on the ceiling the other night because I got up to pee is absurd. I hesitate to get up to pee in the middle of the night for fear she is going to bang. I refuse to live like a prisoner in my apartment. It's not going to happen.
Lady: That was my idea to bang.
Me: Yeah, great idea.
So I walk to my stoop & the following happens with Fruity Nutcake, oh and don't forget I'm screaming & crying:
Fruity Nutcake: Can my friend come in while you walk up in your apartment?
Me: No, I get there is noise, the management office isn't going to rip up floors to fix it, fucking deal with it.
Fruity Nutcake: I'm a light sleeper, I sleep right there (points to couch).
Me: I don't give a fuck, not my problem. Buy a box fan or white noise machine. This is the deal, get over yourself.
Fruity Nutcake: I'm moving to a new place.
Me: I can't wait.
Fruity Nutcake: I like you, I don't want to fight.
Me: Bull fucking shit. You are in the office almost every day crying over the noise. Grow up. ( I call my neighbor to come over, because I am double teamed).
Fruity Nutcake: I was only there once (LIE).
Me: I will not be living like a prisoner in my apartment. It's not going to happen. Suck it up & deal with it. I fucking sit on my couch & crochet. Is my crocheting bothering you? Do I fucking crochet too loud?? Really?? Shut your door, just shut your door.
I'm surprised the police didn't show up. With my use of the F word & my hysterical screaming & crying. I have a feeling they may show up in the middle of the night. My neighbor Jen suggested the police be called with excessive noise. So I'm sure when I get up to pee, she will be calling. Of course Jen did ask how she knows about the noise if she sleeps in her car hahaha!
I did call the office & leave a message briefly explaining what happened & that I will be over first thing tomorrow to have it dealt with. This is absolutely absurd. I just can't believe some people.
When I walked Hailey at a little after 10, some of the lovely tenants at her new building were sitting out side screaming & cussing & having a grand time. I can't wait until she gets over there.
I got home from being at Jay's & having dinner & there was this woman leaving out the shared door. My Sherlock Holmes deduction told me that since I didn't know her, she was leaving from Fruity Nutcake's apartment. She walked by me, humming and as I put my key in my door this is the conversation that took place:
Lady: Are you the young lady that lives upstairs?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: (walking down off my stoop, hand up) Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Well, I will pray for you.
Me: Pray for me? Seriously? Pray for me? I don't need to be prayed for.
Lady: Do you think you can keep the noise down in your apartment?
Me: What? Seriously, do you think I make noise 24/7???
Lady: Can I talk with you about Fruity Nutcake? She's not well, she's sick.
Me: Really? I never would have guessed that and how is that my problem?
Lady: She isn't well. She has a sweet boy, he's autistic. Do you know what autism is?
Me: Yes, I'm fully aware of what autism is.
Lady: Well, it's just so hard & the noise....
Me: Again, how is that my problem? We live in garden apartments & she lives on the first floor. (Me now screaming) I worry about getting up to go pee in the middle of the night because she claims I'm up all the time making noise.
Lady: Garden apartment, what does that mean, is your apartment a little more special?
Me: No, it means we share a common lawn space. She's in a garden apartment in a dog building. There is going to be noise. (I'm shaking & screaming). There were wood floors when I moved in, not my problem.
Lady: Do you think you could get a rug? (Fruity Nutcake opens the door).
Me: Have one. If you think I am going to walk on egg shells in MY apartment you are insane. The fact that she banged on the ceiling the other night because I got up to pee is absurd. I hesitate to get up to pee in the middle of the night for fear she is going to bang. I refuse to live like a prisoner in my apartment. It's not going to happen.
Lady: That was my idea to bang.
Me: Yeah, great idea.
So I walk to my stoop & the following happens with Fruity Nutcake, oh and don't forget I'm screaming & crying:
Fruity Nutcake: Can my friend come in while you walk up in your apartment?
Me: No, I get there is noise, the management office isn't going to rip up floors to fix it, fucking deal with it.
Fruity Nutcake: I'm a light sleeper, I sleep right there (points to couch).
Me: I don't give a fuck, not my problem. Buy a box fan or white noise machine. This is the deal, get over yourself.
Fruity Nutcake: I'm moving to a new place.
Me: I can't wait.
Fruity Nutcake: I like you, I don't want to fight.
Me: Bull fucking shit. You are in the office almost every day crying over the noise. Grow up. ( I call my neighbor to come over, because I am double teamed).
Fruity Nutcake: I was only there once (LIE).
Me: I will not be living like a prisoner in my apartment. It's not going to happen. Suck it up & deal with it. I fucking sit on my couch & crochet. Is my crocheting bothering you? Do I fucking crochet too loud?? Really?? Shut your door, just shut your door.
I'm surprised the police didn't show up. With my use of the F word & my hysterical screaming & crying. I have a feeling they may show up in the middle of the night. My neighbor Jen suggested the police be called with excessive noise. So I'm sure when I get up to pee, she will be calling. Of course Jen did ask how she knows about the noise if she sleeps in her car hahaha!
I did call the office & leave a message briefly explaining what happened & that I will be over first thing tomorrow to have it dealt with. This is absolutely absurd. I just can't believe some people.
When I walked Hailey at a little after 10, some of the lovely tenants at her new building were sitting out side screaming & cussing & having a grand time. I can't wait until she gets over there.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Fruity Nutcake
Yes, this is what I have decided to call my neighbor down below, who is only going to be my neighbor for 5 more weeks. The management office is moving her to the building across the street....the one with bush pukers & those who get their supply of "materials" from the Conspiracy Theorist.
The boy (cat) is still waking me up extremely early in the morning. Obviously my talks are not working with him. On Tuesday, at 4am, he had me up. So I got up, shut Hailey in my bedroom, went to the bathroom, didn't flush my toilet, walked to my kitchen, gave the boy treats, got some for Hailey & walked back to my room. Fruity Nutcake decided to bang on the ceiling. WTF, really asshole???? REALLY?!?!?!?!
I was fired up. I got up & got ready at 6am, my heart was racing & my anxiety was off the charts. I waited for the management office to open up. At about 9am, I went to talk with Patti. I told her I never planned to come over to talk to her about the lady downstairs but it's getting out of control. I told her I was now concerned about getting up just to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I explained exactly what happened to Patti during the night.
Fruity Nutcake is a bully & so full of shit. What a fake ass broke down bitch. She told Patti I do nothing but stomp & clomp 24/7. It's so bad she can't use her living room & she's had to sleep in her car sometimes. Really? I thought it was your son that was bothered?? Sometimes she even sleeps in the bedroom closet.
Patti said she's over there crying just about everyday. I asked Patti if she ever lived in a garden style apartment before & apparently she hasn't. I told Patti that I think there is something that is/has upset Fruity Nutcake & she's taking it out this way. Patti was like: "You know her son is autistic, right? That's been hard for her". I told Patti I didn't think that was it. I'm not dismissing that her son has an issue, nor is it the issue in this instance. I told Patti that she needs to inform her that this is real life & that Fruity Nutcake needs to put her big girl panties on. I refuse to live on edge in my apartment. I mean, I've been crocheting every night, seriously, how much effing noise does that make?????
I talked with Patti for a bit, she said she would speak to her about the banging. I told Patti if I have to go down in the middle of the night to discuss it with her, it wouldn't go well at all. Finally, before I left, Patti showed me all the gifts Fruity Nutcake has brought over to her & to Dara, the other office girl. That's right. Fake tears & bribe gifts. I also informed Patti that her "claim" of not being able to use her living room is crap, her TV has been on every night, I see it on when I walk Hailey for the last time at night.
Now, I know I called her a bully. That came to light yesterday. I went to drop off my rent & had to put in a couple of work orders for things in my apartment. Patti told me that after I left on Tuesday, I hadn't even pulled out of my parking place & she saw Fruity Nutcake driving by & she noticed me at the office. She was gawking as she drove by. Yesterday Patti told me she hasn't been back since to complain, so she hasn't had an opportunity to talk with her about banging in the middle of the night. That's how I know she's a bully. First of all, she doesn't even know why I was at the office, whether I was discussing her or not. She assumed, obviously she assumed right. I don't know who Fruity Nutcake thought she was dealing with.
Patti told me they never even intended on coming to talk to me about the noise. My maintenance guy Gary told Patti exactly what I was like. So she's moving to a new building, 2nd floor apartment. Good for her. That building is worse. I told Patti her complaints won't stop. But she has 5 weeks to left here. She's been very quiet too. But I haven't. Not if, according to her I am making all sorts of crazy noise. So when I walk Hailey, I slam my door, but not at 10pm. I have held back on playing with Hailey & her ball, during the day, but I've let her have it. She squeaks it & chases it. Hailey doesn't understand why she can't play with her toy, she just knows she can't.
I imagine one of two things will happen. The next few weeks will be quiet or there is going to be a huge blow up. If there is a blow up, don't worry, I will share it with you!!
The boy (cat) is still waking me up extremely early in the morning. Obviously my talks are not working with him. On Tuesday, at 4am, he had me up. So I got up, shut Hailey in my bedroom, went to the bathroom, didn't flush my toilet, walked to my kitchen, gave the boy treats, got some for Hailey & walked back to my room. Fruity Nutcake decided to bang on the ceiling. WTF, really asshole???? REALLY?!?!?!?!
I was fired up. I got up & got ready at 6am, my heart was racing & my anxiety was off the charts. I waited for the management office to open up. At about 9am, I went to talk with Patti. I told her I never planned to come over to talk to her about the lady downstairs but it's getting out of control. I told her I was now concerned about getting up just to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I explained exactly what happened to Patti during the night.
Fruity Nutcake is a bully & so full of shit. What a fake ass broke down bitch. She told Patti I do nothing but stomp & clomp 24/7. It's so bad she can't use her living room & she's had to sleep in her car sometimes. Really? I thought it was your son that was bothered?? Sometimes she even sleeps in the bedroom closet.
Patti said she's over there crying just about everyday. I asked Patti if she ever lived in a garden style apartment before & apparently she hasn't. I told Patti that I think there is something that is/has upset Fruity Nutcake & she's taking it out this way. Patti was like: "You know her son is autistic, right? That's been hard for her". I told Patti I didn't think that was it. I'm not dismissing that her son has an issue, nor is it the issue in this instance. I told Patti that she needs to inform her that this is real life & that Fruity Nutcake needs to put her big girl panties on. I refuse to live on edge in my apartment. I mean, I've been crocheting every night, seriously, how much effing noise does that make?????
I talked with Patti for a bit, she said she would speak to her about the banging. I told Patti if I have to go down in the middle of the night to discuss it with her, it wouldn't go well at all. Finally, before I left, Patti showed me all the gifts Fruity Nutcake has brought over to her & to Dara, the other office girl. That's right. Fake tears & bribe gifts. I also informed Patti that her "claim" of not being able to use her living room is crap, her TV has been on every night, I see it on when I walk Hailey for the last time at night.
Now, I know I called her a bully. That came to light yesterday. I went to drop off my rent & had to put in a couple of work orders for things in my apartment. Patti told me that after I left on Tuesday, I hadn't even pulled out of my parking place & she saw Fruity Nutcake driving by & she noticed me at the office. She was gawking as she drove by. Yesterday Patti told me she hasn't been back since to complain, so she hasn't had an opportunity to talk with her about banging in the middle of the night. That's how I know she's a bully. First of all, she doesn't even know why I was at the office, whether I was discussing her or not. She assumed, obviously she assumed right. I don't know who Fruity Nutcake thought she was dealing with.
Patti told me they never even intended on coming to talk to me about the noise. My maintenance guy Gary told Patti exactly what I was like. So she's moving to a new building, 2nd floor apartment. Good for her. That building is worse. I told Patti her complaints won't stop. But she has 5 weeks to left here. She's been very quiet too. But I haven't. Not if, according to her I am making all sorts of crazy noise. So when I walk Hailey, I slam my door, but not at 10pm. I have held back on playing with Hailey & her ball, during the day, but I've let her have it. She squeaks it & chases it. Hailey doesn't understand why she can't play with her toy, she just knows she can't.
I imagine one of two things will happen. The next few weeks will be quiet or there is going to be a huge blow up. If there is a blow up, don't worry, I will share it with you!!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Conversations
Before I get to my actual blog, I have to mention a couple of things.
First: Someone, somewhere (Facebook (FB), I think) reported my blog as being abusive. I couldn't post it to my wall, FB notified me as I was trying to post. I emailed them immediately explaining I've never had a problem & had to wait. So I shut the blog down from anyone trying to read it, until I either figured out who reported me or FB restored my ability. That lasted a whole 24 hours, as my ability to post to FB was restored, which is good because I have something to share with you.
Second: Please know that I would never ever make fun of anyone with a disability. That's just not funny. It's not going to happen here. I will however, point out if someone is an asshole or is funny. That stuff just makes for a better read.
OK, blog time....
As I have mentioned, my street name is Wits End. It's not a joke. I moved here when I was getting divorced. It's the only place I could find that would allow me to have a dog. So the building I live in is a dog building. 95% of us here have 1 or more dogs. I am not sure if I mentioned but the Rock star with the asshole dogs moved about. Apparently he was a disgusting pig. There was poo in the bathroom baseboard heater. I don't know how it got there nor do I want to know. I met the new woman who lives below me when she was moving in. She explained it was going to be her & her son who is 23. Mind you, we have 1 bedroom apartments. He will get the bedroom & she will be sleeping on a pull out in the living room. Her son is autistic that is why he is still with her. I apologized in advance for Hailey & her hopping around, she behaves like a mule deer & sometimes sounds like a horse. They've been here about a week.
While on my blog shut down, she opened the door to talk to me yesterday morning. The conversation went something like this:
New Neighbor (NN): I wanted to ask you if you could keep the noise down at 4am. The floor really squeaks a lot & it wakes us up & when my son gets woken up he gets agitated & then can't go back to sleep. I've been sleeping in his closet.
Me: So sorry. I don't know why they (the cat & dog) have been getting up at 4am. I don't want to be up then & I have been trying to fix that problem.
NN: well the floors squeak, & it's just very noisy & I've been sleeping in the closet.
Me: Well, I've had conversations with the cat & dog explaining that I don't want to be up then & they don't need to be either & we should try sleeping until 6am.
NN: Could you try again?
Me: Sure, I will try & explain & rationalize to a cat & dog why they shouldn't be up at 4am.
NN: Ok thanks, sorry sweetheart, I'm not trying to be a pain.
Me: Sure, I will go talk to them now.
Yes. That was my conversation. I looked her straight in the eye & said I would talk to Hailey & the boy & explain that they shouldn't get up or be so noisy. And I did just that. All day, I mentioned it to them.
And really, sleeping in the closet?? Come on now. If I get up & feed them, it's a matter of 10 minutes. Not really worthy of sleeping in the closet. Seriously.
When it was bedtime, I propped my door shut just enough that the cat could get in & out, but Hailey was forced to stay with me. Hailey is a good sleeper with a couple of exceptions: when her pill makes her sick to her stomach & when there is a thunder storm. The boy, on the other hand, is a real pain. He is very smart & does things, scratches the metal cover where the air conditioner would go, because it's loud. He sits on the bed & meows at Hailey to wake her up. He runs like a wildebeest from the living room to the bedroom & across the bed & whoever is sleeping. He is the problem. I have tried breaking up their meals into 4 small ones instead of 2 big ones. Extra treats. Ignoring them. Nothing works. I don't know what to do.
Last night, he started at 4am. Hailey was forced to stay in the bedroom & pace instead of being able to get out into the living room with the hardwood floors. Here I am telling him to cut the shit & telling Hailey to get back in her bed. Around 5am, an hour of this, I had to go to the bathroom. While trying to be sympathetic to her request, I was slightly annoyed & felt like a prisoner in my bedroom. Plus, I really had to go. So I turned my light on, which instantly causes Hailey to jump up out of her bed. I sneak out of the bedroom, keeping her locked in, go to the bathroom, go to the kitchen quick, give the cat some treats & grab some for Hailey. When I get back in the bedroom, I prop the door again & give Hailey her snack. By the time I turned my light back off, Hailey was already sound asleep & snoring in her bed. Not another peep out of the boy either. I was awake until about 6am, I started to doze & at about 7am I got up to feed the first portion of breakfast. Then we all went back to bed, but I didn't really sleep.
They aren't home right now. I don't know if she is going to complain to me any more. I hope not. I really don't want to be up at 4am or wake my neighbors up. Before she even moved in I have been trying to find a solution to this problem.
Also, I don't know why she chose this apartment complex. I know of a place where she could get a 2 bedroom apartment much cheaper than what she is paying here & they don't allow dogs there. As I mentioned, she did move into a dog building. While I will make efforts to keep the middle of the night noise down, it may not always be perfect. When it isn't perfect she will need to suck it up sometimes. I may seem bitchy & it could be because I'm tired & being up in the middle of the night AND becoming frustrated will make anyone bitchy.
If anyone has tips on how to help me with this, I would appreciate them. Please don't suggest I lock them out of the bedroom. The cat will beat the door until I let him in. I keep Hailey close because sometimes during the night she has panicky itchy fits & get up to keep her calm. I also feed them their final meal just before lights out. So if you have something different to suggest, please share.
First: Someone, somewhere (Facebook (FB), I think) reported my blog as being abusive. I couldn't post it to my wall, FB notified me as I was trying to post. I emailed them immediately explaining I've never had a problem & had to wait. So I shut the blog down from anyone trying to read it, until I either figured out who reported me or FB restored my ability. That lasted a whole 24 hours, as my ability to post to FB was restored, which is good because I have something to share with you.
Second: Please know that I would never ever make fun of anyone with a disability. That's just not funny. It's not going to happen here. I will however, point out if someone is an asshole or is funny. That stuff just makes for a better read.
OK, blog time....
As I have mentioned, my street name is Wits End. It's not a joke. I moved here when I was getting divorced. It's the only place I could find that would allow me to have a dog. So the building I live in is a dog building. 95% of us here have 1 or more dogs. I am not sure if I mentioned but the Rock star with the asshole dogs moved about. Apparently he was a disgusting pig. There was poo in the bathroom baseboard heater. I don't know how it got there nor do I want to know. I met the new woman who lives below me when she was moving in. She explained it was going to be her & her son who is 23. Mind you, we have 1 bedroom apartments. He will get the bedroom & she will be sleeping on a pull out in the living room. Her son is autistic that is why he is still with her. I apologized in advance for Hailey & her hopping around, she behaves like a mule deer & sometimes sounds like a horse. They've been here about a week.
While on my blog shut down, she opened the door to talk to me yesterday morning. The conversation went something like this:
New Neighbor (NN): I wanted to ask you if you could keep the noise down at 4am. The floor really squeaks a lot & it wakes us up & when my son gets woken up he gets agitated & then can't go back to sleep. I've been sleeping in his closet.
Me: So sorry. I don't know why they (the cat & dog) have been getting up at 4am. I don't want to be up then & I have been trying to fix that problem.
NN: well the floors squeak, & it's just very noisy & I've been sleeping in the closet.
Me: Well, I've had conversations with the cat & dog explaining that I don't want to be up then & they don't need to be either & we should try sleeping until 6am.
NN: Could you try again?
Me: Sure, I will try & explain & rationalize to a cat & dog why they shouldn't be up at 4am.
NN: Ok thanks, sorry sweetheart, I'm not trying to be a pain.
Me: Sure, I will go talk to them now.
Yes. That was my conversation. I looked her straight in the eye & said I would talk to Hailey & the boy & explain that they shouldn't get up or be so noisy. And I did just that. All day, I mentioned it to them.
And really, sleeping in the closet?? Come on now. If I get up & feed them, it's a matter of 10 minutes. Not really worthy of sleeping in the closet. Seriously.
When it was bedtime, I propped my door shut just enough that the cat could get in & out, but Hailey was forced to stay with me. Hailey is a good sleeper with a couple of exceptions: when her pill makes her sick to her stomach & when there is a thunder storm. The boy, on the other hand, is a real pain. He is very smart & does things, scratches the metal cover where the air conditioner would go, because it's loud. He sits on the bed & meows at Hailey to wake her up. He runs like a wildebeest from the living room to the bedroom & across the bed & whoever is sleeping. He is the problem. I have tried breaking up their meals into 4 small ones instead of 2 big ones. Extra treats. Ignoring them. Nothing works. I don't know what to do.
Last night, he started at 4am. Hailey was forced to stay in the bedroom & pace instead of being able to get out into the living room with the hardwood floors. Here I am telling him to cut the shit & telling Hailey to get back in her bed. Around 5am, an hour of this, I had to go to the bathroom. While trying to be sympathetic to her request, I was slightly annoyed & felt like a prisoner in my bedroom. Plus, I really had to go. So I turned my light on, which instantly causes Hailey to jump up out of her bed. I sneak out of the bedroom, keeping her locked in, go to the bathroom, go to the kitchen quick, give the cat some treats & grab some for Hailey. When I get back in the bedroom, I prop the door again & give Hailey her snack. By the time I turned my light back off, Hailey was already sound asleep & snoring in her bed. Not another peep out of the boy either. I was awake until about 6am, I started to doze & at about 7am I got up to feed the first portion of breakfast. Then we all went back to bed, but I didn't really sleep.
They aren't home right now. I don't know if she is going to complain to me any more. I hope not. I really don't want to be up at 4am or wake my neighbors up. Before she even moved in I have been trying to find a solution to this problem.
Also, I don't know why she chose this apartment complex. I know of a place where she could get a 2 bedroom apartment much cheaper than what she is paying here & they don't allow dogs there. As I mentioned, she did move into a dog building. While I will make efforts to keep the middle of the night noise down, it may not always be perfect. When it isn't perfect she will need to suck it up sometimes. I may seem bitchy & it could be because I'm tired & being up in the middle of the night AND becoming frustrated will make anyone bitchy.
If anyone has tips on how to help me with this, I would appreciate them. Please don't suggest I lock them out of the bedroom. The cat will beat the door until I let him in. I keep Hailey close because sometimes during the night she has panicky itchy fits & get up to keep her calm. I also feed them their final meal just before lights out. So if you have something different to suggest, please share.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Agitated
I woke up in the midst of a very awful dream this morning. I was so upset. Then, when I turned on the TV a song came on that seemed to confirm my dream. Terrible. I got even more upset. Then I get a text message from someone at work that said "I'm bored". I responded "I've been bored for 8 months". Really? Someone WHO HAS A JOB is going to text me saying they're bored? This happens frequently. I get "I'm bored", "I need a day off", "I wish I didn't have to work". I don't think the person to complain about your job to is me. I haven't worked in 8 months. I like to and want to work and can't seem to find a job. How about I call your boss & express your feelings then offer myself for the position? Would you like that? This is the same person who complains about their partner. Apparently life could have been done better if they didn't get married. Really? If you're so unhappy, get divorced. It's easy nowadays. I know. It's exhausting to hear how someone is useless, incapable and dumb. Weren't you aware of any of this before you got married? If you weren't give that person an Oscar for their amazing acting performance & convincing you to marry them. It takes two to tango. If you completely enable a person to the point where you have to do everything because they don't do it and know you will, you don't get the right to complain. Frankly, I should be bitter about marriage but I'm not. Mine didn't work out because we were not the right people for each other and we had to do some growing up. I look forward to getting married again. I honestly like the idea of having someone to come home to (when I have a job) to talk about my day with over dinner. I like having someone with me at night and in the morning. I wish I knew then what I know now. I would have done things a lot different, like not get married or be in that toxic relationship. People have "discussions" because they don't always agree about everything. It's ok to have separate interests & separate things to do but also to have things to do together. It's good to have responsibilities to be held accountable for. No one should feel like they are being held back. People that are in relationships, married or not need to grow in the same direction. If that doesn't happen then someone is going to get left behind. These things were lacking in my marriage, but the next time, I know I can and will do it better. I know what I want now. I guess what I'm saying is I'm the wrong person to complain to. If you can't fix what's fucked up about your relationship, or you can't find some joy about doing your job then I don't want to hear it. Those are your faults and I will not be validating them. Sorry. You really need to make the best of your life, now. Live in the moments, be thankful for everything, even if it doesn't seem important. Don't wallow in the past about how you could have done things different. Can't change it now. Don't let something or someone special pass you by. Enjoy every moment. I effing hate NJ today for making me grow up and realizing I can be a better person. Blah. Eff it all.
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