Update;
Things got extremely bad last week, but I was trying very hard not to call the Police the week of Christmas.
Unfortunately, I had to get up early Saturday, the day after Christmas, for a mandatory work day for which I was supposed to come in one hour early (7am).
Christmas night, the kids were fucking obnoxious for about 15 minutes solid on the staircase around 11pm, running up and down and yelling. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and called the Police. Apologized to them for it, but hey, I was supposed to be getting up at 5:45am and it was 11:10pm when I called them. Enough is fucking enough already.
Interestingly, this is the second time where, the very minute I called someone about it, someone called the mother to tell her something, and then she came out to yell at the child in the hall, followed by very quickly packing up and peeling out of the parking lot in a big hurry. I’m starting to wonder if their downstairs friend doesn’t have a cellphone scanner or something. The timing is interesting, because there’s also a third time a while back when I was calling the after hours person when the mother also got a call, brought the kid inside, turned everything off and pretended to be in bed.
Anyway, the police arrived about 7 minutes after she left, very quietly walked down the hall and around and then left.
Unfortunately, I slept past my alarm and got there at my regular time on Saturday. Fortunately for me, our boss had been fired earlier in the week and seven other people on my team were late because they hadn’t been informed of the time shift, so I was able to blend in and not be punished for being late.
Last night, we were on the road for a similar situation when the after-hours person came up and knocked on their door at 11:05pm. Talked to them for a few minutes (I didn’t listen in) and warned them about the behavior.
Five minutes after the after-hours person leaves, the mother comes out, leans against my door (I heard a scraping on my door, I assume she was trying to look in my peep-hole) and then ran back into her own apartment. 10 minutes after that, someone ran downstairs, but otherwise silence.
Oh, and I pasted a piece of mirrored paper over my peep hole.
Tonight, I’d had nothing but blessed silence until right about now, at 11pm, when the traffic is starting up again. I won’t call the cops tonight because I don’t work tomorrow and I’ll be up late, but if we have this crap tomorrow night, I WILL call the police again.