RaiderinKS
Lowland Gorilla
All of this reminds me of the apartments we just moved out of. I never had any issues with people complaining about smoking, but rather I had some complaints about my neighbors. You see, it was a 2 story building and we were on the ground floor. The upstairs neighbors (well into their 30's) seemed to have a rather active sex life (never missed a night). However, at the time, I was still working at UPS so it was imperative that I was able to get to sleep early, which I had expressed as a concern when we were considering the place. Well, it wasn't the intercourse that was a problem. They weren't obscene or loud, but they had this ONE SPRING in their box-springs or mattress that would squeek to high hell starting about a month in.
Now, given the delicacy of the situation (and the hour), the only thing I could do was bang on the ceiling. This would fix their location that night, but it would happen again the next night and wake me up. Finally, I went to see the office manager and told her that I simply could not continue to live like that. She danced around the topic, saying they couldn't tell people what to do in their apartment, to which I replied that I didn't care what they did, but they would need to find a way to do it without waking me up literally every night. I would either have to move out or live rent free while I find a new job.
I assume she talked to them about it because it never happened again. There is no point to this story except to offer a little bit of a view of the other side of the aisle. Most people like to be outside because it doesn't smell like anything. Or it smells like nature. Or something they like. It may not be that they don't like the cigar smell, but it is definitely not what they WANT to smell. So put yourself in their shoes. Think about it before you do anything dick-ish.
Now, given the delicacy of the situation (and the hour), the only thing I could do was bang on the ceiling. This would fix their location that night, but it would happen again the next night and wake me up. Finally, I went to see the office manager and told her that I simply could not continue to live like that. She danced around the topic, saying they couldn't tell people what to do in their apartment, to which I replied that I didn't care what they did, but they would need to find a way to do it without waking me up literally every night. I would either have to move out or live rent free while I find a new job.
I assume she talked to them about it because it never happened again. There is no point to this story except to offer a little bit of a view of the other side of the aisle. Most people like to be outside because it doesn't smell like anything. Or it smells like nature. Or something they like. It may not be that they don't like the cigar smell, but it is definitely not what they WANT to smell. So put yourself in their shoes. Think about it before you do anything dick-ish.