Got up today and the fire alarm went off in the building. I am on the sixth floor. When the alarm goes off, they shut down the elevators and expect us to walk all the way down six flights of stairs. Going down, I can pretty much do, even though it's hard on me. But the coming up, almost couldn't do it.
So they made us go down, we sat in the lobby for two and half hours. They couldn't get the elevators working again. We all had to march back up the stairs, and in my case the six flights. With CFIDS/ME and POTS, yeah. I had to stop on every floor and really didn't think I'd make it back up here. I thought I'd end up sitting on the steps for like two weeks.
So then I get back up here and the new tenant next to me, decided he would blast his stereo throughout my entire apartment. He has his stereo right on my bedroom wall complete with thumping bass. I tried asking him nicely to turn it down. He was nasty to me. And within five minutes, he turned it all the way even worse and continued to blast it all over my entire apartment. So there was no rest for me after climbing six flights of stairs.
I ended up calling security, they told me they couldn't get someone to me for an hour. So by then, the animal tenant had turned it down. And I don't think they really caught him doing it. But this is the second time this week he has blasted the stereo on me.
This is why low income housing sux. They let anyone in here. It's not totally a disabled or elderly place.
A few weeks ago, management had made an offer to pay to move me out, and I had said I needed some time to think about it. Especially because they said they could have me out in two weeks, and I cannot pack in two weeks. I need help. So, Monday, I'm going to ask if the offer still stands for them to pay for the move. And I don't think I have a choice anymore. I have to get out of here for my health. Between the numerous false fire alarms that go off here all year, and the bad tenants around me causing me so much stress and ruining my life, I can't stay.
I was willing to hold out till they got the other tenant out that's been stalking me and scaring me. But this new one with a stereo on my bedroom wall, can't do it. Perfect way to get me out, cause I can't do it.
I managed to get some sleep with earplugs in my ears and white noise on. But not enough. He's not blasting it now, but the damage has already been done.
And I can't talk to the manager till Monday. He was in today, but the secretary refused to put him on. But she did give me his voicemail and I left a message.
It's just really sad. I love living here. I love my apartment. I really do not have much complaints other than the two bad tenants on my floor. I have one with mental illness that stalks me. And now I have the stereo blaster who brings hookers in at night, too. Can't live around it. They can break every rule of the building and it takes years to throw them out. But me, who doesn't do anything wrong, I'm the one who will have to leave.
So they made us go down, we sat in the lobby for two and half hours. They couldn't get the elevators working again. We all had to march back up the stairs, and in my case the six flights. With CFIDS/ME and POTS, yeah. I had to stop on every floor and really didn't think I'd make it back up here. I thought I'd end up sitting on the steps for like two weeks.
So then I get back up here and the new tenant next to me, decided he would blast his stereo throughout my entire apartment. He has his stereo right on my bedroom wall complete with thumping bass. I tried asking him nicely to turn it down. He was nasty to me. And within five minutes, he turned it all the way even worse and continued to blast it all over my entire apartment. So there was no rest for me after climbing six flights of stairs.
I ended up calling security, they told me they couldn't get someone to me for an hour. So by then, the animal tenant had turned it down. And I don't think they really caught him doing it. But this is the second time this week he has blasted the stereo on me.
This is why low income housing sux. They let anyone in here. It's not totally a disabled or elderly place.
A few weeks ago, management had made an offer to pay to move me out, and I had said I needed some time to think about it. Especially because they said they could have me out in two weeks, and I cannot pack in two weeks. I need help. So, Monday, I'm going to ask if the offer still stands for them to pay for the move. And I don't think I have a choice anymore. I have to get out of here for my health. Between the numerous false fire alarms that go off here all year, and the bad tenants around me causing me so much stress and ruining my life, I can't stay.
I was willing to hold out till they got the other tenant out that's been stalking me and scaring me. But this new one with a stereo on my bedroom wall, can't do it. Perfect way to get me out, cause I can't do it.
I managed to get some sleep with earplugs in my ears and white noise on. But not enough. He's not blasting it now, but the damage has already been done.
And I can't talk to the manager till Monday. He was in today, but the secretary refused to put him on. But she did give me his voicemail and I left a message.
It's just really sad. I love living here. I love my apartment. I really do not have much complaints other than the two bad tenants on my floor. I have one with mental illness that stalks me. And now I have the stereo blaster who brings hookers in at night, too. Can't live around it. They can break every rule of the building and it takes years to throw them out. But me, who doesn't do anything wrong, I'm the one who will have to leave.
