Kill Thy Neighbours

[annuin]

I feel like death warmed over.

Went to bed sometime around 4 and was woken mere hours later by the sound of holes being dug right outside our bedroom window. It was the constructioning neighbours (the ones that have been digging their backyard up for the past 2 summers) doing our upstairs neighbours/landlord a favour by digging a few holes for extra support beams for their balcony/deck. Absolutely wonderful. It was hard enough trying to drown that out, but sometime after 10 they decided upstairs that they needed to vacuum and from the sound of it install a Christmas tree (loads of moving around) and to top it off play some cheesy damn Christmas songs cd, very loudly, that just proved once more that their musical taste is a 50s throwback. After about 6 or so tracks droning through the ceiling I had to get up and play some of my own music lest I go completely homicidal.

At least they didn't vacuum as early as they did on Thanksgiving, when they started before 8am, of course in the room directly over our bedroom.

So now I sit sipping my large Nightmare Before Christmas coffee filled mug, and eating some pumpkin pie, which is making me feel marginally better.

If there's one thing that really ruins my day it's not enough sleep, and being rudely awoken and kept awake by loads of noise.

Comments

[lunamoth42.livejournal.com]

I do not miss the days of having upstairs neighbors. Or downstairs. Or to the left or right. I recall one night at around 3AM the guy above me deciding he needed to squeegee his bathtub. I hated to be a cliche, but I got out the broom handle for that one.

[tanthe.livejournal.com]

The people upstairs usually aren't so bad (they're really nice and are great landlords). They generally never play music, and the grandson (who also lives there with his mother) stopped incessantly running around the living room as he got older. The most we hear from them is the occasional vacuuming. It's more the neighbours in the house next door... the house is at least 60 or 90 feet away, but they've been digging up the backyard with back hoes for the past two summers terracing it. And that's been the worst thing... both weekend days, often starting at like 7-8am for two summers straight (and going on as long as the weather is nice and the earth isn't frozen).

But the combination of loud christmas music (the hokey stuff that assaults you for the next month+ in every supermarket and mall in the country) and the hole digging etc. was just a little too much, especially on a few hours of sleep.

[lunamoth42.livejournal.com]

I hear you on the digging. The roadwork outside my house has been going on for a year, during the summer it was daily. I swear, those machines are in serious need of oil, they squeak so damn loud. And of course that giant jackhammering thing starting at 7:30 am... It's not so bad if you have reason to leave the house (such as the fact that I'm now working). But if you have to listen to it all day long, it can drive you mad.

[kebechet.livejournal.com]

Odd, something similar happened to me. I couldn't get to sleep last night at all... ended up staying up til almost 4am doing nothing, which is rare for me. I reckoned I'd sleep in today, but was instead jarred awake at 8am by vigorous hammering, and then subsequently the sound of all four dogs going insane.

I'm on my second Red Bull already.

[vinlander71.livejournal.com]

We had roofers scraping the shingles off our roof, stomping on said roof, and generally being loud at... 7 AM one day. Pissed me off so much!

They've followed suit with all the other buildings, and they've left their crap all over the car park now. :(

[thetragicclown.livejournal.com]

I live opposite a shabby little shithole of a place that may or may-not possibly be a crack den. The Police have been up and down our street more times than I care to count, and they're always here because of that bloody house. Their front door is open all the time and someone always seems to be leaning out of an upstairs window, sometimes shouting things at someone below. My house also backs onto a care home for "mentally challenged" people, some nice and quiet and some just uncontrollable.

I've grown used to the blood chilling screams I sometimes hear from that place.