| Tuesday, June 03, 2008 |
| People, In General, Suck. |
So yeah. We live in an apartment. It's just not feasible for us to buy right now as God only knows where my husband will have to do his residency in the next year or so.
Anyway, living in an apartment was alright when I was single. It was even OK after I got married. And in India with the baby, it was mostly fine because our neighbors were pretty considerate. That just doesn't seem to be the case here in our new place.
I picked the development we live in because I used to live here before I moved to India. And since I needed to secure a place for us to come to while we were still in Bangalore, our choices were pretty much limited to complexes I had seen before. We did not want any big surprises on top of a one year lease. Plus, this place has lots of trees and you can walk to the grocery store, Starbucks, Subway and CVS. Oh, and Dairy Queen!
A few days after we moved in we noticed that we could smell cigarette smoke. At times strongly. And then once I went to pick the baby up and SHE smelled like smoke. We sniffed around the place and decided it was coming up from our downstairs neighbors, and was filtering through the holes cut where the plumbing comes. The smell is gaggingly strong under the bathroom sinks.
So I call the rental office, and they send maintenance to caulk the holes to try to solve the issue. Not much changes. I talk to the rental office again, and we try some more stunts. I ask her why there is not more insulation and she gives me some story about the building being 11 years old and codes were different then.
Whatever, lady... my baby is breathing second-hand smoke.
So in a last-ditch effort I ask her to set up a meeting with the neighbors. Now, legally I know that is their home and they have a right to smoke there. But I am hoping that when they find out the situation, that an infant's health is at stake, that they will agree to smoke out on their balcony where at least the smell and smoke will dissipate quickly. I am willing to forgo a whole summer's use of my rather enormous balcony (of which I had big plans for!) just to stop the madness.
But what happens? Well apparently one of the neighbors is a lawyer and he decides that we have no legal right to ask for anything, and he refuses to even meet with us.
No concern for an infant. No neighborly concessions. No interest in even meeting us. Fucking selfish, obnoxious bastard is simply concerned with his own rights. Not only that but he apparently complained that we're often up nights. Uh, yeah genius... we have an infant. And hey, maybe it might be fun for her to spend more time in her jumparoo at 3 AM. Two can play that game, asshole.
But I won't do it. Why? Because some of us were raised to not be such self-centered morons. |
posted by small squirrel @ 7:16 PM  |
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Douchebag, with a capital D!!
I am so sick of people like your neighbor I could puke!!!
-Deb
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hmmmm.. let a skunk loose in your neighbor's apt.. LOL..
Sigh...
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Make sure poopy diaper smells waft up to your neighbors place.
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Home: Bangalore, India
This is what happens when you take an american, move her to India, put her in an apartment and marry her off to a Kannadiga Brahmin. Again, no one said it would be pretty. But it will be pretty funny.
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Douchebag, with a capital D!!
I am so sick of people like your neighbor I could puke!!!
-Deb