Thursday, January 24, 2008

Things irritating me this week

1) My upstairs neighbor
2) TruTech electronics

First, the neighbor.

Let me give you an idea of the setting of this story.

I live in an apartment building that is full of 20-30 somethings. That building is located in a city. By choosing to live in such a dwelling in such a location, I understood going in that I could expect a certain level of noise. Traffic outside, doors opening and closing at all hours, music that you may or may not like (shout out to the gay boy that lives beneath me and his Christina Aguilera remixes), amorous lovemaking, drunken revellry etc. These are all sounds I've tolerated, even enjoyed, in the time I've lived here. Knowing that my neighbor sometimes has too much to drink and can't get his key in the keyhole and cracks himself trying is funny, and makes me feel better when its my turn. In exchange for leaving my neighbors in peace, my noise has in turn been tolerated, be it my affection for
Wizard Rock or when I had a cat that stood at the door crying anytime anyone walked through the hallway. I've only intervened once upon hearing something through the floor; when that something was a woman below me getting beaten by her boyfriend.

But alas, I find myself in a situation where this auditory understanding based on common sense and mutal respect is null and void: when it comes to the guy upstairs.

He has knocked on my door multiple times, each time between the hours of 12 and 3 AM, to ask me if my bathroom fan is on. I will concede two points: 1) the bathroom fans in my building are on the loud side. And by loud I mean loud for a fan, but not by definition loud. 2) I did indeed have my bathroom fan on the first time he knocked on my door at 3AM. These are the facts he's choosing to focus on, claiming that he can't sleep when he hears it.

These are my facts: 1) Fan motors create steady background noise, white noise. Not the kind of jarring, vacillating noise that is usually considered disruptive. 2) The time I did have the fan on, I was asleep in the bedroom that is adjacent to the bathroom with the fan in question. In my mind, if I can do it, he can do it too. 3)Ever since the one and only time I actually had the fan on, I've been careful not to out of respect for him, and tell him that when he comes back. 4) Continuing to knock on my door in the middle of the night and waking my ass up to tell me you can't sleep because of something I only did once and am no longer doing out of respect for you even though I believe I should be able to have my fan on whenever I want without it realistically bothering anybody makes me want to hate you. Because it either means you are rude and think your sleep is more important than anyone elses (he knocks on other people's doors too) or it means you're creepy and like knocking on the doors of women who live alone so you can see them in their Tinkerbell pajamas, and, to add insult to injury, watch their cat escape into the hallway.

I've tried ignoring him. But, while I can sleep through a fan, I can't sleep through someone knocking on the door repeatedly, until I answer. I finally mentioned it to the resident manager who said he'd talk to him about it.

I also told the story to a co-worker who suggested the guy might be mentally ill, which kinda made me feel bad for hating him so much if that is the case. Any thoughts are always appreciated in the comments section.

I guess I'll save my Trutech electronics rant for later.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Funny, cuz I recently sent away for information on interior design from some art and trade schools...

Could an Internet quiz provide the confirmation I need to lead to new path in life? Perhaps. The interior design thing was quite the uncanny coincidence. But I must confess that the "stuck in a rut" part rung a bell too. And it couldn't be more wrong about the cooking...

You Are An ISFJ
The Nurturer
You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.
In love, you express your emotions through actions.Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!
At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.
How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented
When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut

And his mama cried...

Check out this video of my nephew rockin' out to The King. I like to give myself a little credit for this musical preference. I'm an Elvis fan and when Jack was born, I hauled ass from Minneapolis to Chicago to see him. At the tender age of 4 days, I sang him one of, if not his first, lullaby: In the Ghetto.

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
Well, the Chicago and baby part were true even if the morning and ghetto part weren't.


"Oh, Mr. Banks. Sorry, I didn't see you... as hard as that is to believe"

I was in the car the other day and found myself asking P-funk: Do you ever wonder if DJ Jazzy Jeff calls up Will Smith and says, "Will, we should totally do a reunion show on VH1. Salt N Pepa did it. I'm looking for comeback and bet you are too. Whatdoyasay?".

"Uh, well, I don't know. I was just in this movie, you may of heard of it, I Am Legend. It grossed $76.5 million the opening weekend alone. I mean, it was the biggest December opening since The Lord of the Rings. I'm not sure I need a comeback."

"This is what I'm talking about! Couldn't you hook me up with a part like you did with The Fresh Prince of Bel Air?".

"You think I should've had a bloodthirsty zombie infected with a genetically altered measles virus pick you up by your collar and throw you out of a house or something? I don't think so."

"C'mon man! Those were the goddamn days. I loved that bit with Uncle Phil!"