okey dokey, even the old guy upstairs didn't complain. I think I've narrowed the complainant down to the sociopath on the second floor who flushes his toilet as soon as maggie gets in the shower, as revenge for the one time she did it to him (accidentally).

I really don't see how they can put a curfew on one of your doors. Isn't that a fire hazard or something? It's so absurd.

Edited because I really can spell. Kind of.

okey dokey, even the old guy upstairs didn't complain.

One of the irritating things to me is that instead of the building manager speaking with us (as our prior manager did) about an issue, this weird curfew was put into effect.

And what she never considered is that we all feel like ASS for keeping someone up. Everyone out back would have apologized, packed up our stuff, and gone in.

Is this the same chick who doesn't change burnt lightbulbs for weeks? Is she even allowed to make policy for the whole building?

There are still no lights in the upstairs hall.

I had to put a lamp in the laundry room and write a note about the safety of tenants using scary language.

I had to threaten to get a lawyer to have my doorknob, heater, and the holes in my wall repaired (they went through my wall to fix someone else's toilet) and that was months ago.

So far, they've gotten to the doorknob.

I know. I'm saving to move. But now my skin is on fire with rage at being treated like I live in a mean orphanage.

I like your letter, Allyson. And "Draconian" (which I almost used in my suggestion)

I think your landlord wants to keep the most amount of neighbors happy. If you can show that most want to use the back area and you've really only got a sociopath plus one, then your reasonable request should be met.

Egad, Allyson, what utter bullshit you have to contend with! The curfew is absurd, especially in light of the manager's complete failure to meet her own obligations.

oh, Allyson, what a hassle...I like the letter.

My day started with me out of the door by 6:30 AM and I didn't get back until 30 minutes ago. Oof. Long ass day and I'm staring down the barrel of another tomorrow.

But! I did get my hair cut and dyed. Now my forehead/hairline area is the color of my hair (oops! bad stylist! no bisuit!) and the cut is more high maintenance than my all over one length dealy and the color is not exactly a match with my natural, but I don't hate it.

The place did have, however, a line of products called "Vampire Make Up" and adorable metal bat hair clips, two of which I bought of Jilli. So, Jilli, address please so I can mail them to you.

Skippity to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is DavidS' birthday.

Happy birthday, Hec! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Happy Birthday, David!

Honestly, I'd be inclined to just go ahead and use the patio whenever (with an eye toward being silent and respectful after 10pm, which seems to be the standard "bedtime" hour agreed upon by adults) and if anything were said to me, reply "I chose not to follow the curfew, just as management has chosen to ignore my maintenance and repair requests."

And have a locksmith make a key to the back door if necessary.