We're All Stars Now... In The Dope Show....

I feel I must rant about something that happened last night. Yes, I woke up this morning still pissed. And I'm at my wits end as to what to do about it anymore.

Where I am living, I have lived for around 8 years now. Needless to say, I have lived here the longest. There are only four apartments in my building, and each of us has a parking spot in the garage. Seeing as I have lived here the longest, I have "earned" the right to have the best parking spot. Seems only fair, right? It's the way it's been since I've first moved in. I once had the awkward spot that was hard to back out of - and I worked my way up the ladder to the one I have now.

So, this past year, everyone moved out of the other apartments. All new tenants. The first new tenant to move in NEVER parked in my spot. Which really makes me wonder if my landlord has the same lease as he did when he first took over the apartments (assigned spaces in the lease). The second new tenant parked in my space one time. I left a note saying welcome to the building, explained how that's my parking spot, blah blah blah. She hasn't parked in my spot since.

Which brings me to tenant number 3. The dope show. As in pot smoking little bitch. First night after she moves in - parks in my spot. I left the same kind of friendly note as I did with the other tenant. A few days go by, and I come home from work and she's blocking the driveway with her car. I wait it out and a couple hours later she leaves. She does this kind of bullshit on a regular basis. I don't have a normal schedule, so it's not like she can park there knowing that I won't be home for hours. Plus, not only is she blocking me, but she's blocking another tenant's space as well. Oh, and I knock on her door (the first time she did this) to ask her to move, and the bitch never answered her door - and I could hear the music from inside and giggling. Another time she did it, I was even what I thought cool about the situation and told her if she needed to she could park behind me once I was in the garage because I wasn't going to leave until the next morning. You would think she would take the hint. And it's not like these times that she blocked the entire driveway that there wasn't parking on the street. There was.

So, last night I come home from work. And guess who is in my spot in the garage yet again. Oh yeah, I'm pissed. I get out of my car and slam my door, ready to give this little bitch a piece of my mind, when as soon as I slam my door, she comes out the front door and says something, more like mumbling. I say "HUH?" At this point, I'm done being polite. She again says something like "I'm.....gonna... move... car...." She is so high that simple sentence construction was beyond her. After finally getting to park in my spot, I walk in the front door of the building and the smell of pot is so strong it about knocked me over. Not only that, but instantly I had a headache and wanted to throw up.

Now the dilemma. Do I be a complete and utter bitch and complain to the landlord? I don't mean about the parking. I mean about the drugs. I cannot stand the smell of marijuana. It makes me sick to my stomach. And despite the fact that I am not completely against marijuana in the fact that I don't think it's any more harmful than alcohol, it is still an illegal drug. The smell reached up into my apartment. That is not fair to me. I was half tempted to call the cops, but what do they really care about people smoking some pot in an apartment - I think they are more concerned about the dealers.

I know the reason why I'm more irritated about the pot smoking than normal is because I can't stand this chick. It's true. I can't. It sucks that when I get out of work now, I don't look forward to coming home because I don't know if I can even get in.

Ugh. I just don't know what to do anymore. The obvious note didn't work. Let's hope that my being completely pissed off last night worked. There was no mistaking my slamming of the door that's for sure.