#WeekendCoffeeShare: Hellish Week

Published on by Yinglan

Good morning or afternoon and welcome. Coffee?

I call this a lazy person’s coffee. It’s just instant coffee and almond milk. All you have to do is dump a teaspoon or two of instant coffee into the cup, pour hot water to the half-way mark before adding in almond milk. No stirring necessary.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you though this is a long weekend, I’ve had a hellish week. I live near an air force base, so some of my neighbors move a lot due to their jobs. Recently, there’s been two new neighbors and they. Are. Totally shitty (pardon my language).

My next door neighbor would leave his junk of a truck running beneath my bedroom window at 6:30 AM until 7:30 AM everyday. It’s like standing next to a train. Chug chug chug. It’s so loud that you might be able to hear it a mile away.

He would leave, only to return less than 30 minutes later to do it all over again. It’s like he’d just circled the block. This would repeat all day while I’m trying to work from home. I had meetings everyday this week and between the F-35 planes flying overhead every few minutes and my neighbor’s truck roaring and chugging beneath my window, I sometimes couldn’t hear a thing.

My mom went over and complained and it seemed to had quiet down a day or two before it started again.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you I had to call the non-emergency line last night. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to file a noise complaint against another neighbor to not only quiet the neighbor but to quiet my mom. She was complaining too but afraid to take action.

Ever heard of Googling? “How to file a noise complaint in XX (city), Utah?”

He has been playing music from his truck all week and it seemed like he would up the dial a little more each night as if testing the neighborhood’s limit. Last night, it got so loud I could feel my floor vibrating and I’m 3 houses down.

The thing was I couldn’t hear any music, all I hear and feel was the bass. Boom boom boom, do you know how frustrating that is?

The other thing was, for some reason, none of the neighbors are calling in to complain. Are they being blackmailed or something?

A short while after I called to complain, as I was out in my garden watering the tomatoes, someone down the street shouted, “Cops, turn it off!” Instantaneously, the music seized and the vicinity became silent. Ah, peace at last.

The planes, ah, who can forget about them? It turned out this week marks the 6th anniversary of those F-35s being in Utah. So to commemorate, they decided to fly, one after another, all day during my most busy work hours. I had to mute myself the entire time during my meetings. I couldn’t ask questions because even if I did, no one will hear anything except the planes.

I, at times, would had to pause whatever I was listening to just because I couldn’t hear anything while the planes flew by. You would think after more than a decade of living in this city, I would get used to this. Never!

If we were having coffee, I would tell you the best day of this week was Thursday. I forgot how fun it was to be back in the office with my co-workers. I forgot how fun it was to eavesdrop on their gossips. Sometimes, I can even learn a thing or two since they tend to gossip about customers and work.

I would thank you for joining me in this edition of #weekendcoffeeshare and hope we’ll both return next week.

20 thoughts on “#WeekendCoffeeShare: Hellish Week”

  1. I know the feeling! Years ago,, when I lived in an apartment (an efficiency, no less), I had a downstairs neighbor who would play the same three or four songs and they all had a lot of bass. Like you, that was almost all I could hear. And as soon as he hit the door, that’s all I heard for hours. Even while taking a bath, I could feel the vibration. So one day, I went downstairs to tell him about it. He must’ve thought that I was interested in him but I quickly told him no, I just needed him to turn the music down.

    It didn’t do much good and I suffered through it for about six months. Well, one day he came home and began playing his music. The time that I spoke to him, I realized where his stereo was so when he began playing it, I went over there and stomped all over that area. A few moments later, I heard the door slam (he telegraphed his movements) and a minute or so later, he began kicking my door in.

    I don’t know why he thought I would just let him return to his apartment without notifying the rental office or the police.

    Long story longer, they took him out of his apartment and to the police station. I think he came back later that night. Some time later, he had a friend come to my apartment impersonating a police officer and asking a lot of questions. Without opening my door, I told him where to go.

    We ended going to court and he (my neighbor) ended up getting evicted. As he was moving his stuff out, I walked by and remarked, “All you had to do was turn your music down.” Yeah, I had to get a dig in since he tormented my life day-in and day-out for nearly a year. 🤨

    I live near an Air Force Base, too, about two and a half miles from one the gates. I see and hear jets go over, thankfully, not every day.

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    1. I hear ya. I had a neighbor like that when I lived in an apartment and step-dad would complain about it everyday while periodically stomp the floor. I got a feeling he was afraid like my current neighbors. Sometimes, I think this kind of things require a female touch.
      I’m sorry you had to go through that and had to go to court over it? That’s scary. I’ve been in court once and never wish it upon myself nor anyone else ever again.
      2.5 miles, that’s about how far I am to the gate. You’re lucky you don’t have planes flying every day. The only quiet time here is on Sundays and long weekends..

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      1. Well, I’ve been on the flightline and it’s about nine miles from the gate so maybe they fly in another direction sometimes. I hear them sometimes like they’re starting their engines but then they don’t come past so I’m probably not on the main flight path which is fine with me.

        As for my idiotic neighbor, I was more mad than scared of him and his friend. I was a member of the military police so I knew that fool wasn’t legit. I should’ve reported him to the police for impersonating law enforcement, smh.

        I hope that it gets better for you. I once had a set of next door neighbors that always had people in and out of their house; their “houseguests’ would be up at all hours of the night, using a cigarette butt can as if it was a fire pit; one young kid bouncing a ball nonstop and the clanging of them throwing beer bottles in (or near) the chain-link fence that separated our properties. The house deteriorated around them because the freeloaders never helped the actual homeowners maintain their property. Then one day some kids that were staying there came home with a dog and I thought I would lose my mind because, along with an old bright red-orange car from the 70’s or 80’s on blocks leaking oil on the grass between our houses, that made it complete with a junkyard dog.

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    1. I believe my next door neighbor has changed twice within the last 2 years, none of them were as good as my original neighbor who sold this house to a rental company after living in the same house for 20 years. I hope they move soon too and a nicer family moves in.

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  4. Wow! I would have a very hard time remaining polite in all that noise! I don’t function well at all if I cannot hear my own thoughts. I am so sorry you have to put up with that!

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    1. Perhaps though because of the recent spike of the delta variant, being in the office more than 2 days per week is not recommended at the moment. Soon though, I hope.

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  7. I lived about 500 ft or so from the end of a runway outside a base back at 9-11. For 14 solid days, 24 hrs/day, and every 30 seconds, fighter jets would “touch and go”. It rocked the house. I lost every last piece of glassware there was… dishes and photo frames. My Great Gram’s china shattered in place in the cupboards. My Gram’s depression glass did the same. All the little ceramic figures I’d painted over the years… shattered. It even cracked the screen of the tv (back before LCD). We lost a couple of windows, too. It was horrid. Needless to say that added yet another trigger to my ptsd. I still have issues with planes flying too low. I live about 2-3 miles from a civie airport now. Planes fly pretty much on a schedule, and I’ve gotten a little used to them…still, sometimes they spook me so bad I run inside.

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    1. Wow, that must had been loud and scary. I remember the house shaking when I used to live in the old house next door. That was before F-35s. I’m glad it wasn’t to the point of shattering china. I don’t think I will ever get used to these planes though.

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  8. I have copious amounts of the lazy man’s coffee as I don’t have any coffee making paraphernalia so I never really count myself as a coffee connoisseur
    Yikes sorry about the neighbors from hell hopefully you manage to get them sorted out *Googles how to get rid of noisy neighbours* lol
    ~B

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