Bring it, bitch!
So here's a funny story...I live in a fourplex, called a Neo Palace. One whole side of our building is empty; below me lives a family consisting of mother, father, pre-teen son and baby. I have never heard a peep from my neighbours, other than the odd "Konnichi wa" (hello). We have had some rip-roaring parties here, and no comment.
Tressa, on the other hand, lives just down the block from me and has had a completely different experience with her neighbours. Her Neo Palace is full; two sets of neighbours having moved in in the last month. Since her arrival in Japan Tressa has been continually bullied by the long-term tenant above her. Keeping in mind that this tenant does nothing to decrease the thunder from above, she nonetheless feels it appropriate to boss Tressa around about so-called noise.
We learned early on that dinner parties and the like were a no-go at Tressa's, so we have them here... but the witch from above still finds reasons to scream at Tressa. She often makes demands (in Japanese) like, "Don't Watch Movies After 9:00pm!!" and "Don't Have One Person Over For Dinner!!" and "Don't Vacuum Day or Night!!" It really is absurd.
So yesterday, I'm chatting online with Tressa and she all-of-a-sudden disappears. I nudge her, no response. I phone her, no response (yes, I am a stalker!! haha - we were in the middle of a converstation, about boys no less!!) She FINALLY comes back online about 10 minutes later and is flabbergasted...
Turns out that the witch took the time to rally up some neighbours who saw Tressa loading a considerable amount of garbage (she had missed a garbage day, or two, or fourteen...) to the dump spot. Problem was that she was doing this the night before pickup. Oh the fury that was unleashed!! Not only did they not knock on Tressa's door, but a number of her neighbours marched right into her apartment, no warning, and started screaming at her in Japanese!! Okay, maybe this is appropriate here in Japan, I don't know for sure, but Tressa was, understandably, appauled.
For several minutes Tressa just looks at these shouting Japanese people in horror while they wave about frantically and accost her calendar... they then proceed to force her outside to the garbage spot where they tear open her bags and begin rooting around in their putrid contents, raving and screaming the whole damn time!! Tressa carefully declines fishing in her garbage when they gesture that she should be helping; god knows what they were even looking for! Finally, they pull out a light bulb and a pop can and call it a day. They insist that Tressa lug her bags of garbage back to her apartment (because they smell so good in the entrance way for the whole building!) and return them to the garbage spot the next morning (keeping in mind that the trucks come by anytime between 5:30am and noon). Shocked, distraught and furious, Tressa tells me she would like to move.
perhaps tressa could move into your building?