Yesterday I didn't write a note
A few days ago we went to another part of Gothenburg, to check out a new apartment. We're looking for something bigger and closer to the central parts of town. Unfortunately the tenant wasn't home, he's away on a boat for a few weeks, so we couldn't see the interior of the apartment, but we want up there anyway, took a walk in the neighborhood to figure out where the nearest bus stop were and where to buy groceries, and just getting a feeling from the place.
It's a quite nice part of town, I think. Or so I hope. It's close to a big park, a few running tracks, and the hospital is in biking distance.
On a similar topic, at least it's about apartments (and neighbors). There's a new couple living in the apartment above ours. They must have moved in yesterday, I think, but we haven't met them yet. Yesterday night when I went to bed someone was hammering, like they we're building something. Must have been something big, because they hammered on for ten or fifteen minutes, with a few pauses. I knocked on the ceiling to signal to them to stop, but all I got was an aching hand. I also formulated a few notes in my head, to put in their mail box the next day, like "stop the f*ckin hammering late at night, some of us are trying to sleep" and so on. But I couldn't really find the touch, and also, delivering a note tomorrow wouldn't help me at all tonight.
After about twenty minutes I decided to do something about it, and put on flipflops and a robe and went out in the stairwell. Walked up and knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. A young woman opened, and I asked her, "is it you who's hammering?!" "Yes, I'm sorry, we just moved in, and are fixing the last things now". "Well fix them tomorrow, it's late and I need to sleep now. And mind the hour the next time".
I'm proud of not being so damn swedish and shy, and instead walking up the stairs and tell them to stop. What I'm even more proud of is my friendlyness; when turning around to go back down to my place I said to the woman in the door, a friendly "Welcome to the house by the way!" And I actually said it without even a hint of sarcasm or irony.
Even when angry I could be quite nice.
It's a quite nice part of town, I think. Or so I hope. It's close to a big park, a few running tracks, and the hospital is in biking distance.
On a similar topic, at least it's about apartments (and neighbors). There's a new couple living in the apartment above ours. They must have moved in yesterday, I think, but we haven't met them yet. Yesterday night when I went to bed someone was hammering, like they we're building something. Must have been something big, because they hammered on for ten or fifteen minutes, with a few pauses. I knocked on the ceiling to signal to them to stop, but all I got was an aching hand. I also formulated a few notes in my head, to put in their mail box the next day, like "stop the f*ckin hammering late at night, some of us are trying to sleep" and so on. But I couldn't really find the touch, and also, delivering a note tomorrow wouldn't help me at all tonight.
After about twenty minutes I decided to do something about it, and put on flipflops and a robe and went out in the stairwell. Walked up and knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. A young woman opened, and I asked her, "is it you who's hammering?!" "Yes, I'm sorry, we just moved in, and are fixing the last things now". "Well fix them tomorrow, it's late and I need to sleep now. And mind the hour the next time".
I'm proud of not being so damn swedish and shy, and instead walking up the stairs and tell them to stop. What I'm even more proud of is my friendlyness; when turning around to go back down to my place I said to the woman in the door, a friendly "Welcome to the house by the way!" And I actually said it without even a hint of sarcasm or irony.
Even when angry I could be quite nice.
posted by Angry Swede at 19:59
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