I had a meeting today. I called it. I saw all three people that were to attend at various times today, spoke to 2 about it. No one came.

That's just screwy.

Half those hearts are coming up as red Ys. Which is kinda funny.

SA, are you still in your original suite with your roomie, or did you get kicked upstairs to F suite?

My original room was in F suite; I had to check into G suite, but all of my stuff is in F1. So the RA's are kind of getting pissed at me now, and there's a rather high probability of incurring a CSV, but ce la vie. I'm still just waiting for the other girl to check out of the damned room.

Hi Ali! Howzit? Been a while.

I'm sorry, msbelle. That sucks. I could beat them up for you, if you'd like.

msbelle, that sucks.

I Y Y Y this heart thing.

Maybe an anonymous note under the door asking them to keep it down?

That is a good tactic. Of course, if it were me, I'd wait until the next time they're having a screaming match, then go knock on their door and say "You might not be aware of it, but I can hear every word of your argument. Could you be a little quieter?"

yeah, I can't really care so much. I am going home and ordering in because it is rainy and sucky outside. Laters.

a rather high probability of incurring a CSV

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So do I talk to the landlord about their screaming fights? If it wasn't a regular occurrence, I wouldn't say a thing. But it's getting really old.

I'd call the landlord for a maintenance/parking/trash issue, but for screaming fights (and frequent ones at that) I'd just advance straight to calling the police and filing a disturbing the peace complaint. Usually having a uniformed officer at the door will quiet NoisyAngry people down quite a bit, as they're the types who have the best rationale for not wanting the police to keep an eye on them.

Steph, I don't know what to tell you. The landlords of our first apartment used to fight, horribly. He was a fisherman, and they'd fight during one of his rare nights home. We used to keep half an ear open, to make sure it didn't sound like spousal abuse. We couldn't exactly say anything to them, though.

The loudest people who lived over me were 2 girls who couldn't have weighed more than 120 lbs. each.

The loudest people who lived over me were three small, wizened people in their 80s, who apparently had raging insomnia. Someone rocked very loudly in a rocking chair all night long.