This place sucks
This was attached my door this morning.
You would not believe how low the music was that I was playing last night, as it is every night when I dare to try it at all. The squeezebox volume goes from 0 to 50, with 0 being muted, and I have it set to 1. The bathroom fan is louder. But I know that the problem is that those speakers that I have and their nice 150w amplifier, which I went to some trouble to acquire because I like them, seem to resonate somewhere in the mid-bass, maybe around 160-200Hz. Sound in that range goes through these shoddy walls like tissue paper, and there is nothing I can do about it. And I can't reduce the bass unless I did some horrible software thing, it's just a plain amplifier.
In a way it sucks even more that my unseen neighbor is trying to be polite. Whoever lives behind my bedroom has immediately pounded on the wall if any noise was not to his (or her) liking for as long as I have lived here, and I decided a couple weeks ago that it was time to stop rewarding this behavior. After all, I get woken up every day when they get up for work. I can hear them snore, and use the toilet, and much as I hate this, there's not much I can do but live with it. But if they're not going to be jerks and call the police or whatever (as has happened at past apartments) then there's nothing for me to be mad at, except this shantytown apartment complex.
The shabby construction of every place I have ever lived in California makes me mad for reasons I can't explain very well. But it's late and I'll leave that for another "rants" entry on another day.