Once in awhile I have a rant raging inside of me enough that it actually spills out over here, blog-style. All those other times, poor Tom is subjected to the maniacal rantings of his crazed woman (though I try to look cute doing it, and then I usually feed him a sandwich or something, sometimes).
So, a little over a week or so after we moved into our new apartment, something happened that had never happened to me alone or to us together.
Someone called security on us for noise.
We are both super conscientious about noise level because we really do attempt to be considerate people in general just on principle and also because a couple of apartments ago we had some serious trouble with noise from the neighbors to the point of asinine. I won't even go into how ludicrous to the point of jaw gaping wonderment it got, but I'll just say that at least one of them was unhinged in a possibly scary way (you know the kind of folks who could go either way on the whole harmful/harmless kind of nutty?), and it was almost a blessing when the rent was increased by well over 20% (whoowhee, that was back when nobody ever read my blog, but I was pissed the hell off), a rent increase that essentially forced a lot of us out of the place. We try really hard to never be those loud (or unhinged) kind of people. We walk softly. We make use of subtitles on the tv - seriously, my hearing is complete ass, so subtitles are always on at my house. We don't yell or shout. Even when we squabble, we don't yell or shout; we both just put on our asshole voices instead. You know, inflicting "that tone of voice" upon one another. We annoy each other, maybe, but it's quiet enough to not annoy other people since they aren't the ones who were insensitive or did or didn't do blahdiblahdiblah. We don't run the dishwasher after about 9PM. If we actually had a washer and dryer in this somewhat ghetto-ish craptrap, we wouldn't run either of those after about 9PM, either. Instead, I go to the laundromat with WiFi and pretend like I love it, and I know for sure that I'm not bothering the neighbors.
After the neighbors called security on us around midnight however many weeks ago, we got even quieter, scared to make any noise, afraid of them calling again for some reason and for us getting in trouble. I went to the apartment office and apologized profusely and asked that they be sure to pass our apology along to whomever called because we truly do not want to be "that neighbor," and we didn't realize that we'd been so loud but would certainly do everything possible to ensure that we not disturb them again because that's the kind of good neighbors we are and want to always be and because we know how tough it is to actually make that call after deliberating on whether it's really that bad (which was why we were mortified). Maybe the tv was a little bit loud that night because the heater had kicked on, and the heater is ridiculously loud, and I turned it up a bit, not realizing that it was really all that loud. I remind myself to be grateful that I live in a heated home when the sound of the loud ass heater drowns out my tv, and I keep my eyes more closely glued to the subtitles until the heat goes off and generally get on with being quiet as snow falling gently upon itself on a clear night or some other poetic bullshit.
So imagine our surprise last night when we were sitting ever so quietly on the couch, tv volume on about 3 while we watched Friday Night Lights on DVD (oh my gosh, we both just *love* that show way beyond what we even expected, and it's so nice to not be apart but to be under the same roof again and to be watching tv together like old times, yay!) with the subtitles blaring silently so that my feeble eared ass could read along, and we hear a knock at the door after 10PM.
It was security.
Apparently there was a complaint that we were up there beating the shit out of each other or just yelling or fighting or something really loud and obnoxious. I've had those neighbors, too, and I've had to make that call.
Except that we weren't. We weren't doing any of that, and we also weren't being loud. At all. Tom had a coughing thing going on, but coughing doesn't really sound like two people fighting, does it? Do you call security if you happen to hear someone coughing?
And now we have TWO complaints against us within about a month. The first two I've had in almost 20 years of apartment living since about age 18.
And it's our word against theirs. And I feel powerless. And I'm not sure that we have any recourse. And I wonder why they are calling security on us for no reason. And I wonder how uncomfortable it's going to be living in our own home always worrying even more than we have been. And I wonder how soon we could realisitcally afford to pay for another move that would cost another $1000 or so on top of the nearly $3000 already spent getting here from Oregon, not including lease breaking and deposits and whatnot. And what if we get evicted and ruin the perfect rental history we have? All of this ran through my head last night as we were awoken by their screaming baby who went on and on forever, if that was even the same neighbor, but it might have been another neighbor, but either way you can't call security on a screaming baby any more than you could call if someone was coughing, if that's even why they called, unless you are a complete asshat like the people that called on us for, um, likely no good reason whatsoever.
I'll be going to the apartment office today to express all of my above concerns, and I really hope that my mind is being insanely paranoid and completely overreacting, but I have a feeling the writing is on the wall on this one, and I'm pretty sure it says: