Twelve Noisy Hours, Eleven…
By the look on my face you would be forgiven for turning about face and quickly walking away with subtle nervous glances behind you, but Don’t Worry. Be Happy. My hatred is not directed at you. Not today.
Since about 11 O’clock last night the bastard upstairs has been playing his music. Loud. After calling the night security guard out for the first time last night we were given a small respite but after an hour we were “punished” with more very loud music, screaming and jumping. A second call out resulted in a bit more quiet but that didn’t last. The lack of sleep coupled with a 12 hour+ migraine has severly pissed me off. However I now know that they are cowards above. After finally snapping and marching upstairs just now to hammer on the security door to the corridor, we have silence. No one opened the door, although EVERYONE in the corridor would have heard, but I am sure my message was relayed. No more messing about.
Earlier at around 1 o’clock this afternoon I rang the guard once again but was informed that they only attend call-outs after 7pm and that I should call the police. So that is the plan. If the noise continues later I will continually call both the police and the landlord until something is done. My plan was to impart this information to those upstairs when they let me in but as that hasn’t happened there will be no warning.
A nice difference between England and Sweden in matters to do with tenancy is that there is what I would call a “Tenant’s Law” here, that all tenants are bound by, and that is much more enforcable than a “disturbing the peace” issue. On Monday I will be contacting the building manager (who is a really nice guy) to get this sorted out once and for all. I can’t work, Karin has to go somewhere else to study and both of us are losing too much sleep.
Up until today my work has been going very well and I’m making good progress with the skeletal animation sub-system. Hopefully I can salvage some more productivity from the remains of the day.
It occured to me yesterday that If I am ever in a nasty accident and lose my legs I can get some satisfaction by using one of the best one-liners I’ve ever thought of (but I doubt that I am the first to think of it) : “Well, I wanted to be a stand-up comedian but I just didn’t have the legs”. Ho ho ho!
