Shut up. I implore you.
Joelle said around lunch time on August 29, 2008
I need to find a new place to work. It’s very difficult for me to get anything done here lately with all the noise. If it’s not the freaking parrots, it’s the owner of the parrots who likes to blare his bass in the parking lot despite my repeated requests not to (the same parking lot Tire Guy bangs his tube in). Every single time he says, “Oh, I forgot. Sorry, I thought no one was home.” And every time, I respond, “I’m always home.” I mean, crimony, dude! The bass rattles my wall and gives me a headache. Do I have to hang a sign outside alerting people that I’m home now?
I don’t want to be a jerk, you know? I realize people have a right to live and play their music and whatever. I also realize it’s during a work week when he thinks people are away from their homes. But some of us aren’t and I pay my rent and deserve peace like anyone else.
He uncovers his damn parrots at 6am in the morning and with it being Summer, everyone in the neighborhood has their windows open. So they squawk and carry on, especially on the weekends because he sings to them. He SINGS! You can hear him up there singing to the birds while his wife or girlfriend clanks the dishes around and cooks breakfast. One morning I yelled out the window “For god’s sake, shut up! This isn’t freaking Costa Rica!” but that didn’t seem to sway him. I can’t imagine why.
The other day, he was using a chainsaw to cut logs about 3 feet from my open bedroom window. He’s up a bit higher on the hill, so looking out my window, I was eye-level with the saw. Dust, wood chips, all this crap was flying in the air and into my windows. What the hell!!? Are you planning on busting a crackling fire any time soon? I’m not. Save it for Winter, dude!
Every time I go ask him to turn down his radio, he’s nice about it and he always says good morning, so I don’t want to be a complete bitch, but this is getting ridiculous. I’ve got to get some work done! I’ve got to! And all that’s happening is he’s making me underline things a lot.
*bangs head*
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from Pacific Northwest
Oh, dear, heaven. I’m so with you. Wouldn’t it be great if moving costs were, you know, actually reasonable?
from San Diego, CA • Cocktail: slightly dirty Grey Goose martini
Yeah, I don’t want to move. Parrot Man needs to move!
I don’t remember it being this bad last Summer. I’m just holding out for Winter when the windows close and everyone gets their happy ass back inside.
If you know any really large, burly men, write a very nice note reminding parrot dude that he has neighbors that work, and have a couple of those burly guys deliver it to him. Have them stand there, looking a little pissed, while parrot dude reads it. When he’s finished, they’ll say, “Don’t make us come visit you again. Please.”
Can you make your landlord do the dirty work?
from San Diego, CA • Cocktail: slightly dirty Grey Goose martini
It’s the building next door and asking my landlord to do anything about it would be like asking for free rent for a year. Pulling teeth.
from Troy, NY
I think you have my neighbors that I had when I lived in Albany. I ended up going through this process of calling the cops every time they violated the noise ordinance, keeping tape recordings/videos of the noise. They had this mongrel dog that they neglected and he barked incessantly for HOURS-called “nuisance barking"-but the noise ordinance included birds too, fyi. You’re not allowed to let your animals be ridiculously loud before 7am, no longer than 15 minutes a stretch, etc. Then I had to get paperwork copies of all the reports from the local FOIL office, press charges via animal control and then take them to civil court...blah blah blah… was a fucking hassle. But it may be worth it. Check into your local noise ordinances. And if they don’t listen to politeness, call the cops. It’s a long and drawn out pissing contest, but it may be worth it if you don’t want to move.
from san diego • Cocktail: margarita
i had upstairs neighbors once that we called The Stompersons”
from LA
I say make your point with a .30-.30. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! “When I say *quiet* I mean bloody well QUIET!”
Alternatively, you could just have a loop of the dog from whatever that cartoon is going “QUUUUIIIEEET!” That would be awesome.
from San Diego, CA • Cocktail: slightly dirty Grey Goose martini
@Eric: you know… that is the best idea. lol. I need to find that dog…
from Portland, OR
You live in San Diego-do people really close up their windows and stay inside in winter? Hell-it’s not cold enough here to do that until it regularly hits the 30s (maybe 40s if it’s raining!).
Now all the midwesterners will start piping up . . . .
Cocktail: Amaretto Stone Sour
I was thinking the same thing, Jules. Hell-we don’t even pull out the sweaters and blankies until it hits near zero. :D
from San Diego, CA • Cocktail: slightly dirty Grey Goose martini
Yes, yes, we’re all a bunch of pansies for shutting our windows at 55.
from Canada
Maybe writing him a nice letter explaining your sentiments might help. He may consider giving in or at least do something about it.
from Canada
Maybe you inform your landlord about the situation and let him or her do something about it.