Lately I've been sleeping during the day, so things have been relatively quiet.I find that getting up after midnight and reading Internet news and blogs, then writing and/or compiling material for future posts allows me to really focus without a lot of distractions. The down side is that it's hard to get normal things done that can't be done at night.I'm trying to avoid being awake during the day and evening when my neighbor has friends over that have crying babies and unruly young children.
Unfortunately the young guy upstairs has odd hours and does things that literally shake my apartment frequently. There's one part of his floor that if he walks heavily it rattles some pipes in my ceiling. And when he gets out of his recliner it's like something hit the building. Many nights (around 2 AM) when he returns (from work?) it's like he has a full 'sea-bag' and throws it on the floor.
Doing this, knowing that he's disturbing me greatly, shows such a lack of respect and utter contempt for me and management.
Yet it continues with no end in sight....Ah the joys of living in a sagging old hotel with thin carpets (with no padding underneath) and tile flooring.
Hey at least there's no kid riding his Big Wheel up and down the hallways yelling "redrum!", right?
All kidding aside, it makes my quality of life intolerable at times, and the worst part is that no one seems to care enough to do anything to fix it. For someone who suffers from chronic depression this is anything but helpful.
As I write this he's banging around over my head, literally shaking me in my chair at times, showing an absolute lack of respect for me and the management.
As far as the Endicott and the issues I've written about in past postings, nothing has changed at all. January 3rd when I took my rent check up to the MB management office one of the maintenance men was there and I asked him for the screen for one of my windows.
It was taken by one of the maintenance guys from Hodges (the previous management company) when my air conditioner went in. He said that he'd have to look for it and would be over sometime that afternoon. He asked for, and I gave him permission to enter my apartment if I wasn't there. I returned from my errands around 5 PM but saw no evidence that he'd been there, and no screen. There was no note, and no communication to date regarding the status of my screen.
MB also has a list of repairs that need to be done in my apartment, not the least of which is the
bathroom ventilation system that was messed up when the company "Energy Improvements" installed new bathroom light/fans and kitchen ceiling lights in all the apartments . The fan pretty much has to run 24/7 or the cigarette fumes from my neighbors fill my apartment.[None of the other repairs are 'emergency' repairs.]
Not a single word has been communicated to me about this
or any of the other concerns I brought up to our new property manager. And zero communication regarding the upstairs neighbor who's received 3-5 written warnings/complaints, and as far as I know
still won't answer his door for management (or me), and still refuses to contact the office
as requested. Yet he's still living here and hasn't been served with any papers as far as I know. And I haven't been contacted regarding it either. All the communication has been instigated by me.
The building is still dirty and dingy, nothing being cleaned other than a quick vacuum once a week.
The entry ways have the same dirt they've had on them for years. The walls get painted once in a while, and I don't think they've ever been washed in between paintings.
The exterior paint has needed scraping and new paint for years, especially the two doorways on the side of the building. Of course since there's multiple owners of different parts of the building it's that much harder to coordinate things like that. I hear that the other owner (besides CATCH) has been trying to get a grant or something from the historical preservation folks and/or the city to pay for external renovations.
In the mean time what would be a beautiful former hotel sits here neglected and uncared for. Now that I think about it, I'm feeling pretty neglected too.