I had (yet another) exchange with the girl who lives in the apartment above me. She bangs around at all hours of the night. We're talking thuds that rattle the ceiling fan and shake the walls. Even my fish can feel these thuds, and he writhes around in his fishbowl. It seems like she's stomping around and dropping furniture. We've had a few (civil) discussions about it, but she vacillates from "I'm not doing anything at all and half the time I'm not even there" to "I'm not doing anything loud/unreasonable". I've taken to hitting the ceiling above me with the handle of a broom like some sort of cantankerous old lady. Last night at 3 a.m. I was jolted awake by one of the loudest thuds I've heard and I promptly hit the ceiling with a few taps of the broom. The first time I started she said that it was a good "gauge" for if she was being loud or not and then last night she changed her tune again. (Bear in mind, the following conversation happened in very neutral tones, but it was still mind-boggling.
Her: "So, I've noticed that you've started hitting the ceiling again...."
Her: "Well, it's actually starting to bother me, so"-
Me: "Being jolted up at 3 a.m. bothers me, so I hit the ceiling."
Her: "Right, but I was about to go to bed. I noticed immediately after I moved my chair you started banging on the ceiling and the noise is bothering me."
Me: "Right. I was just hitting the ceiling right where the noises were coming from."
Her: "Well, I double checked the blueprints and the only thing right above your apartment is my apartment and I wasn't doing anything loud."
Me: "Oh, I see. Well, I was hitting the exact spot where the noises were happening, which is right above my ceiling fan."
Her: "I'm not doing anything unreasonable. You know, you might want to consider moving out of the apartments..."
Me: "Let me put it this way. I sleep in earplugs. I sleep with the fan on. I sleep with a white noise machine on at full volume. There is something that has been waking me up. It is loud enough, vibrates the ceiling fan enough, and lasts long enough that I can pinpoint its exact location, and that is the spot I am hitting. I will continue to hit it until the noise goes away."
Her: "Well, it might be the guy beside me. I mean, I've had noise complaints called on me before so I don't do loud stuff anymore."
Me: "All I know is that I'm hitting the exact spot where the noise and vibrations are coming from."
Her: "But that's my apartment."
Me: "...okay I'll just talk to the manager tomorrow."