Don't hesitate, call. The police will not give you grief.

Don't hesitate, call. The police will not give you grief.

I will if I really feel I need to. My only hesitation is that they did absolutely nothing last time except tell her to stop it, which just enraged her more. TCG has a gig tonight, and I was planning on staying home, and now I feel like a big baby because I am scared to stay alone in my own home.

There is only one solution, sj. Go with TCG to his gig, and on your way out the door, put a cd of Sousa marches on full blast, and set the stereo to repeat.

I'd call the police, sj. Just so her behavior is on record. Then I'd call your landlord to complain.

sj - speaking from a property manager point of view, call the cops AND call your landlord. I would be VERY surprised if there is not a clause in your leases that addresses "quiet enjoyment" and tenant's that continually violate that and the landlord does not do anything to document it, you can probably get out of your lease. Get police reports when they come and keep reporting these disturbances to your landlord. If he doesn't know about them, he can't do anything to either evict her or stop you guys from moving should it get that bad.

I know confrontation is not something enjoyable, especially when it involves the police and the landlord, but you need to do it. No one should have to be in their apartment shaking because of a bad neighbor.

Cash said it much more simply than I.

It's the journalist in me, Aims.

So we did a 10K this afternoon and I am so fucking out of shape I am dying. At least there was free beer at the end. It was the only thing that got me across the finish line.

There is only one solution, sj. Go with TCG to his gig, and on your way out the door, put a cd of Sousa marches on full blast, and set the stereo to repeat.

I would, but it is going to be smoky there.

I really appreciate all your advice. We're going to call the landlord and make note of it. However, she seems to be done now, and I just don't want to call the police, as long as she stays in her own apartment.

Hah! Ugh, sj, that sounds horrid. You want me to come over and have a come to jesus? I'm in the mood for some ass-kickin'.

Because...

I got my direct deposit yesterday. First paycheck since October, right? I checked my on-line account at 1:30 pm yesterday, and there it is! Woo, right?! So I make a few purchases: script, book, candle, dinner.

This morning I head out to get gas and smokes. DECLINED. WTF? I go home, check in -- and the deposit is NOT THERE. I call the bank, and they're like "Nope, not here." and I can't contact the department that works the direct deposits till Monday, of course.

WTFF?! How can it appear and disappear? This is people's money you are fucking with. I tell you, though, I am NOT paying for any OD charges that accumulate. The money was IN THERE when I made the purchases.

GGGRRRRRRRRR.

There is only one solution, sj. Go with TCG to his gig, and on your way out the door, put a cd of Sousa marches on full blast, and set the stereo to repeat.

Sure! I'll even feed you for your trouble.