Getting up early blows. Especially when you are a night person like me. Teen me would always stay up too late reading and then find it impossible to get up for school in the morning. Sometimes I would even turn my alarm off in my sleep. Well, maybe I wasn’t entirely asleep when I turned it off, but I totally didn’t remember doing it. I still love staying up late. Not having to get up at the crack of darkness anymore is a major lifestyle plus. It’s a circadian rhythm thing.
My life was a lot different when I was a teacher. That’s one job you can’t be late for. I pretty much jumped out of bed when my alarm went off. There were just way too many things to do before first period – commute to the South Bronx, set up lab materials, make copies, look over my lesson plans for the day, and try to snarf down some breakfast. I had to wake up crazy early back then. At one point I was even waking up at 4:45.
Do you know what the world is like at 4:45? Dark and desolate in a way I would be happy never knowing about. I was pretty much the only person awake. Aside from security officers on night shift or hospital interns or anyone suffering from insomnia. It would be me and a few construction workers and some dude from a cleaning crew snoring up against his mop on the subway. Humans are not meant to be awake that early.
So when my upstairs neighbor was banging his dresser drawers at 4:08 this morning, I was like, Really? You’re really banging your dresser drawers right now? Can’t that wait until later? What could you possibly need at 4:08 a.m.? And with such urgency?
I wish I could tell you that this was the only banging/slamming/general rudeness I’ve heard from the guy upstairs. Sadly, it was not. You know how some people walk really heavily? Even if they’re not really heavy people? They just have to stomp outrageously hard in order to get from Point A to Point B. Even when they put a mug down on the table, it’s never like a normal person putting a mug down. It always has to be like, BAM! I’m putting down my MUG!
Maybe he didn’t know other people could hear him when he moved in last summer. But now he knows. Because a few of us in the building have complained (it’s not just walking like a herd of elephants and the constant influx of banging/slamming/general rudeness – dude is keeping us awake super late with other extremely loud stuff). I live in a co-op. There are certain rules one must follow in a co-op. You have to behave yourself. You have to show some respect. You can’t just run around like a wild thing in the middle of the night. He’s been informed that he’s bothering his neighbors. And guess what? He’s still loud. Who keeps being noisy when they freaking know they’re bothering their neighbors? Who does that?
The good news is that I heard he’s looking for a new place. But in the meantime, where’s the common courtesy?
I’m just saying.