So, I came home tonight, hoping to finish writing my weekly summary paper for my Linguistics/Syntax class.
I walked into the building and I heard this constant beeping, and some people chattering from upstairs, on the 3rd floor. I walked into my place and thought oh well, someone is taking care of that.
I walked inside and took off my coats and what not. The beeping wasn't so bad in the hallway, but in my room, it's just loud enough to hear it and it's coming from right above me.
I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to find out what's going on, so I took my keys and went upstairs. I saw a bunch of people loitering around my upstairs neighbor's (the crazy one) apartment.
Now, my upstairs neighbor is kinda wonky -- he's always on the phone, talking very loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. He especially likes to talk by the front door, which is right below my place. I hear him give relationship advices all the time. The girl from upstairs just told me that she heard him cuss about hot chocolate the other day: "If you don't fucking like hot chocolate, that's your problem!" -- something like that.
One time, late spring last year, I was playing some music in my room, the volume set at around 3 or so, while I was cooking in the kitchen. There was some iterminant loud thumping from upstairs, sounded like someone bouncing a basketball. It was still early in the night (around 9) and I was hungry, so I didn't pay any attention.
As I was cooking, I heard this big thump of a door, and then loud clacking from the stairs. Suddenly, there was a big thump on my door, and someone's knocking on my door violently.
I opened my door, and there he is.
"Don't you know that people need to sleep! Don't you need to get up in the morning!"
he shouted at me.
He complained about how loud the music is, and how loud the bass is, even though I could barely hear it from my kitchen (and believe me, my place is tiny, it's a studio). After telling him to go home and closing the door, I was really freaked out and turned the music off immediately.
For the next 4 months, I lived in with a phobia of putting music on at my apartment.
Now, back to the present...
After half an hour, after the firemen came and determined that there was no one inside the unit and that it's not dangerous and left us dumbfounded with the beeping still going on; after the management company finally called us back and told us they don't have the keys to that unit, after all that...
It finally stopped. The battery died I guess, or someone found out a way to get it shut off.
I need to go finish my paper now.
Postscript: I was wrong. It's still going strong. I'm wearing the earplugs United kindly gave me now.