I hate everyone and everything too
I was doing my daily blog-whore and something in today’s post on White Woman Black Dog stuck a chord with me.
DO NOT GET ME STARTED WITH PARKING ARSEHOLES.
Which brings me to the mouth-breathers who live in my apartment building.
My building is only about 5 years old, and really lovely. It’s the sort with nice big rooms, en-suite bathrooms, mirrored wardrobes, nice big balconies and lovely gardens.
BUT
Honestly, I wonder about the people who live here.
They go shopping at the shopping centre about a block away, wheel their groceries home in the cart, wheel the cart right into their apartment, wheel it into the elevator, then just dump it in the basement car-park. Despite the fact that there is a big “Do not leave your shopping trolleys here” sign in the basement they still do it! Of course, the carts roll away from where they were left and damage parked cars. How hard is it to wheel the bloody thing out into the street at least, where the cart man who drives around looking for them can at least pick them up and take them back? I’ve heard that in some places overseas they have equipped their carts with some kind of sensor that locks the wheels when they are actually wheeled off the premises. Can’t wait for that to hit here.
Then, there’s the tools that feel the need to scratch obscenities into any surface they can find. The elevator in our building has a nice satin stainless steel finish inside, into which someone has felt the need to scratch “fuck”. Why?
They decide to take out their garbage but fail to notice that they are DRIPPING CRAP ALL THROUGH THE COMMON AREAS and don’t grab their mop to just clean up the mess. I know my apartment isn’t always an example of hospital-grade cleanliness, but damn, really!
Then, there’s the garbage enclosure. I swear to God that there’s at least 20 wheelie-bins in there, but why oh WHY do people leave their garbage bags on the floor and not put them in the bin?
Seriously, I would HATE to see the inside of their apartments.
apartment, car parks, mouth breathers, renters, shopping carts, shopping trollies, vandals 
Tone Parsons wrote,
Another wonder of communal living: listening to the sounds other people make.
Before I finally washed my hands of apartment life and purchased a house, I would always try to get an apartment on the top floor of the building. The sounds of people stomping around above me would drive me nuts (I, on the other hand, always tried to walk lightly as to not disturb those below me).
My favorite was always in the summer months when it’s warm here (I guess that would be in winter down under). People would leave their windows open at night to bring in the cool air. Listening to the couple below me make sweet, sweet, OMG!! HOT WILD MONKEY LOVE ALL DAMN NIGHT LONG!!! was always a special treat (and made me realize just how little I got it).
Link | June 22nd, 2006 at 9:26 am
The Grumpy One wrote,
I live on the ground floor and haven’t yet had a single issue with noise (except for the doofuses that keep slamming the side gate of the building). I guess they must be building apartment buildings more solidly than before. This was surprising to me as I had never lived in an apartment until my marriage broke up, and found that apartment living, on the whole was great!
Sadly (hmm or maybe not lol) I haven’t yet been subjected to the nightly pr0n soundtrack. Either my neighbours aren’t getting any action, or they just aren’t screamers and groaners!
Link | June 22nd, 2006 at 5:47 pm