What breaks my balls is that she thinks she's entitled to perfect silence, yet with all her banging and stomping and garbage-disposing and leaving-the-vacuum-turned-on (I'd hate to see her electric bill after all of this), she's probably the noisiest of all of us. I'm listening to a baseball game right now on the radio -- at a volume where you can only hear it within maybe 2-3ft of the speaker -- and she's pitching a fit. I ought to turn it up higher but (a) I'm too nice, and (b) that would just fuel this shit. It's possible she's autistic or something and can't process sound right, but that's no reason to upturn my right to listen to the game. That might also be the reason why she doesn't go down and talk to him. Me, I just called management the other day and we'll see what happens. The lower floors could, and should, do the same.
Without sounding self-serving, I think I'm the most mature of the three of us. I don't know whether blowing smoke into the ductwork is petty/juvenile but #### it. Whenever she raises a fuss I'll light a cigarette. It's keeping me from quitting but this is not the right environment to quit. Argh.
Thanks for the encouragement. Partly from the stress from this I've lost all the munchies weight from the past year. 196lb down to 178. Putting it back on is going to be fun.