|Willow (the_willow) wrote,|
@ 2011-07-22 10:16:00
|Entry tags:||willow's warren|
It's not my fault, but ....
I feel like the upstairs neighbour is going to blame me anyway. Cable problem? IS NOT the box. So cable person needs to check all the boxes and all the connections. But I only made an appointment for my unit. And I'm not 'allowed' to call upstairs. So I had to call the landlady to call upstairs and let them know someone was knocking on the door to do with the cable. It woke them up. They're usually noisy on Friday's anyway, even though the landlady's told them it's as personal to me as quiet sundays are personal to them. I tense with expectations of reprisals.
I mean, they drop things that sound like playing basket ball with a bowling ball over my head a lot. And I can't be in my own bedroom to sleep until it's at least hopefully past 9pm (with my noise masker on HIGH) with no true peace until 11.
I sigh right now. Sigh a lot.
Also? Trash collector's haven't been by. So despite all the walking back and forth to find the lines I've done with cable person - no opportunity to bring in the bins one time and spare my back. So that'll have to wait until noon or there-abouts and I don't even know. Lidoderm patch seems to have kept me from seizing immobile, but that's about it.