Jazmee27 
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ACTUALLY, SMARTY, SINCE THE "ERROR REPORT" ISN'T PART OF THE PROBLEM, YOU'RE BETTER OFF REPORTING IT. IN FACT, NOT REPORTING IT CAN BE WORSE THAN REPORTING!
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OK, here’s what happened: I was trying to revise a story in Word, and all of a sudden I can’t type anything, and then this message pops up asking if I’d like to report the problem (I got one or two others today, to which I clicked “don’t send”
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Reply #421. May 18 12, 7:35 PM
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Jazmee27
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[until this week, I’ve never been forced out of Word {this time I clicked on “send error report,” then “additional information,” where it told me Office 2000 wasn’t working properly. My first thought was “Oh, sh-t,” and my second thought was, “calm down.” It could be the virus trying to reinfect the computer. Or it could be that Office was compromised when the computer was infected—oh, no! I just remembered I couldn’t use Word at all, so I think it was, and that whatever problem was there still persists}]).
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OR MAYBE YOU'RE JUST SEEING A PROBLEM WHERE THERE IS NONE
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Reply #422. May 18 12, 7:40 PM
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Jazmee27
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THAT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE (A LITTLE) [BUT YOU'RE STILL OVERREACTING A BIT]
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I just deleted the file I’d been working in when I got the error—the whole folder, actually: I figure it’s easier to rewrite something than to risk making the problem even worse by opening up a corrupted file/folder. The draft was only in its beginning stages, and I kept revising it anyway, so…
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Reply #423. May 18 12, 7:42 PM
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Jazmee27
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This sparked a lot of discussion between Mom and I--and Grandma and I
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When I first moved in, the lady who lives directly below me came up to complain that I was making too much noise. Months after that, this same woman phoned in downstairs to “report” sleepless nights and noises I was obviously making—but she never once came up to talk to me again.
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Not only that but the "noises" were never defined
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Reply #424. May 18 12, 7:54 PM
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Jazmee27
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"Banging"? I know I have a tendency to move too fast at times, but... you'd think if anyone was hearing "banging" it would be the neighbors on my own floor, not the one BELOW me. SHEHE MIGHT HAVE HEARD WALKER NOISES AS IT SLID ACROSS THE FLOOR, BUT THAT ISN'T "BANGING," MORE LIKE "DRAGGING" OR "SCRAPING" (AND I DON'T WALK AROUND 24/7 LIKE SHE SEEMED TO BE CLAIMING.
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Until April 1 of the next year, that is. “I apologize,” I told her repeatedly and calmly—which seemed to deflate her. And as she was preparing to go back to her apartment, I thanked her and added, “If you have any more concerns, don’t hesitate to come up.”
I did NOT mean "come bug me at all times of the day or night, and make all the damned noise you can doing it."
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Reply #425. May 18 12, 8:01 PM
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Jazmee27
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OH, YOU MEAN JANET. SHE SAW RIGHT THROUGH YOUR PROTESTATIONS!
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It’s not her confronting me that bothers me—nor her assumption that I’m a “poor little blind girl” that needs help navigating her apartment (OK, so it does bother me some, especially the way she said “I wish someone would help you”)—but the outrageous claims she made: According to her, her neighbor (what neighbor?) complained to her about noises she thought were coming from Charlaigne’s apartment—and Charlaigne told her she wasn’t responsible, that the noises were all coming from *my floor, and *me in particular!
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Reply #426. May 18 12, 8:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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OK, LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT: I LIVE IN 503, BUT MY NOISE S BEING HEARD IN 405? WHAAAAAAT?
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Later, I phoned Julia and was talking about this: “Unless you have carpet, those below you will hear you moving around.” (She cited several examples of her upstairs neighbor’s noises filtering down: “When she cleans, she moves all her furniture around, and I just sit here and think, “Please be done soon!”)
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Reply #427. May 18 12, 8:05 PM
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Jazmee27
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OR WAS SHE MAKING UP THE NEIGHBOR (NO TO THAT)
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So, the question I’m asking myself is, is the problem really me—or Charlaigne’s nerves? “You were right to appease her,” Julia told me. “We don’t want her having a nervous breakdown!” Heaven forbid it—and it sounds like she’s halfway there already!
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Reply #428. May 18 12, 8:06 PM
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Jazmee27
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YEAH, AND THAT EXPERIENCE NEARLY CAUSED ME TO HAVE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!
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Another point: She’s married, and her husband once yelled at Mom for shaking a towel full of birdseed off the balcony. “Maybe he’s driving her crazy, so she had to come to you,” Mom suggested. “Maybe the noise bothers him more than you.” And she added, “He seems to have a short fuse.”
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Reply #429. May 18 12, 8:07 PM
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Jazmee27
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SO, HUBBY DRIVES HER BONKERS AND SHE TAKES IT OUT ON ME?
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So, can I expect a report to be called in Monday or Tuesday? Very probably. “My impression,” I told Mom, “is that they [administration] don’t take her seriously.” I base this on the last time Sue called me about a “report”. (Apparently, what Charlaigne does is waits several days before reporting such incidents. So what does she expect?
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Reply #430. May 18 12, 8:08 PM
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Jazmee27
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IS IT POSSIBLE SHE FELT THREATENED BECAUSE A YOUNGER TENNANT HAD MOVED IN UPSTAIRS?
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I was just into a good part of my story when the buzzer—the one for my apartment—sounded. “Who could that be?” I grumbled, knowing full well who, given last Friday’s “visit” from her.
SITTING DOWN READING? OR WRITING? HOWDOES THAT MAKE BANGING NOISES?
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Reply #431. May 18 12, 8:12 PM
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Jazmee27
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WAS IT HER NEIGHBOR WHO FRIGHTENED HER, BECAUSE SHE KNEW SHE WAS THE SOURCE OF THE NOISE, SO SHE WAS ATTEMPTING TO ABSOLVE HERSELF OF ANY GUILT SHE MAY HAVE ELT BY BLAMING ME? (Doesn't sound logical, but she didn't appear to be thinking logically)
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Sure enough, it was Charlaigne. “I keep hearing banging from this apartment, and…” What? What the…?
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Then again, her hubby could have been crashing around, and she may have been protecting him by lying.
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Reply #432. May 18 12, 8:17 PM
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Jazmee27
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AFTER THOUGHTFUL CONSIDERATION, IT WAS DECIDED THE CRASH WAS LIKELY THE STAIRWELL DOOR SLAMMING INTO THE WALL (hey, it COULD happen, I gues if it was shoved hard enough)
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It happened while I was sitting on the commode, about to stand back up to return to my room. The crash was so loud, and so… And then, as I sat there, panting, I heard a frantic tapping—then banging—at the door.
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RIDICULOUS DOESN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THIS! I WAS "DOING MY BUSINESS," ON MY WAY TO BED!
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Reply #433. May 18 12, 8:21 PM
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Jazmee27
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I WOULD POINT OUT THAT, SINCE SHE MOVED OUT, I HAVEN'T HAD A PROBLEM OF THAT SORT
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As it wouldn’t stop, I walked over to where the bathroom door meets the wall. “I was in the bathroom,” I called in a tense, barely-restrained voice. [TO SAY THAT I WAS FURIOUS WOULD BE A GROSS UNDERSTATEMENT.]
“It’s twelve o’clock,” answered an equally angry and all-too-familiar voice. (More like 12:30, Charlaigne!)
“I’m not making any noise!” I retorted. This exchange occurred twice more, and by the third repetition of “I’m not making any noise” I was nearly shouting. [AS MUCH AS YOU CAN SHOUT WHILE STILL WHISPERING.]
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Reply #434. May 18 12, 8:24 PM
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Jazmee27
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EVEN A YEAR LATER, I STILL CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY MIND!
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And then I went in the bedroom, my heart pounding, thinking how it was likely to be another sleepless night. “OK, Charlaigne,” I fumed, “if you want to fight…”
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Was that the same MORNING I thought, "I THINK YOU'LL FIND THIS LITTLE KITTY HAS CLAWS"?
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Reply #435. May 18 12, 8:27 PM
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Jazmee27
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YEP, DEFINETLY THE SAME ONE!
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As soon as I can, I’m calling the administrator of our building—and, maybe even the owner himself!
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Reply #436. May 18 12, 8:27 PM
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Jazmee27
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This was when I knew I wasn't "losing it:"
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I was reading a catalog of Braille books, trying to get my mind off the pain in my arm, when the apartment buzzer sounded. “Now, who could that be?” I thought, slowly getting to my feet and approaching the door—and remembering what happened the last time I had opened it, hitting my sore arm on the door, I added, “Turn around!” So I did, and then opened the door with the right hand—after asking who it was, of course.
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I merely cracked the door, and I was leaning against my closet shelves.
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Reply #437. May 18 12, 8:30 PM
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Jazmee27
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“My name’s Janet,” the woman said. Turns out, she’s Charline’s next-door neighbor, and that *she’s the one who called the cops the one night. “I know it’s her making the noise,” Janet said of Charlaigne, “but she lies!” Janet believes she’s accusing me of the noise so that she won’t get in trouble—Janet, in addition to calling the police, informed the building’s CEO of the problem.
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Mr. Rush, as nice as he is, isreluctant to step in
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Reply #438. May 18 12, 8:32 PM
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Jazmee27
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Later, I talked to Mom while we waited for the washer [and she commented]: “I hope she [Charlaigne] doesn’t come back up, because I don’t want you in the middle of the situation.” I couldn’t have agreed more: I want to stay as far away from this quickly deteriorating situation as possible. I just hope and pray I can.
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UNFORTUNATE HOW WE OFTEN CAN'T HAVE WHAT WE WANT
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Reply #439. May 18 12, 8:34 PM
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Jazmee27
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When I spoke to Mom around 10, she and Steph were still at the Relay for Life. In the background, I could hear the announcements: "They're reading a list of people who've died from cancer."
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Reply #440. May 18 12, 8:37 PM
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