The following will be sent off to the property manager after two weeks of logging the most significantly LOUD noises.
Yes, the people upstairs have kids. No, that is not an excuse for making a ridiculous amount of noise to the point where I think my ceiling is going to come crashing down. Footsteps and creaks are fine. Pounding, stomping, and crashing are not.
Begin log here:
What follows is a log of the types of noises; places from which they seem to originate; and what the noises sound like. Since I am not upstairs witnessing the actual noise production, this is my best estimation of what is happening.
9:34 p.m. - stomping/pounding noises above the kitchen.
10:08 p.m. - moving furniture in the kitchen (sounded like heavy furniture being dragged across a hard floor).
10:33 p.m. - more stomping/pounding noises from above the living room area and stomping/pounding noises from the hallway area.
10:47 p.m. - rapid thumping above the living-room area and pounding above the kitchen area.
6:34 p.m. - stomping/pounding noises above the living-room and entry-way.
6:38 p.m. - large booms from above the living room."
End log, begin confrontation.
Sorry, new neighbors, the welcoming committee does not live here. I went upstairs and asked, "Why does my kitchen ceiling sound like it's going to fall down?"
I would not have launched this campaign had they just said, "We're sorry. We'll try to keep it down." instead of "We weren't even home, it couldn't have been us." (oh really? Why is your car out front? Oh, and if you weren't home, someone must have broken in, because it came from YOUR APARTMENT.) The cunt also came out with, "Are you attacking my parenting skills?"
Um, yeah. Bitch. You should have given head or taken it up the ass if you weren't going to be a proper parent to your fucking crotch droppings.