Occasionally I will circle back to topics I’ve touched on before like apartment living. Yeah! That – and this is one of those.
As I currently live in a large apartment complex in an NRAS (National Rental Affordability Scheme) property. I rent, I do not own but, major issues still go to my property manager (she managed seven in this building) then go to the Body Corp. A faceless entity that do what exactly I can’t always tell.
After months and months of hearing all kinds of power tools coming from upstairs at all kinds of times during the day and onwards last night at 11pm, I heard the subtle pat of a mallet. Now, keep in mind as a carpenter’s daughter I can pick a drop saw which I’ve also heard but this was different and it was at a time when they damn well knew it was too late to be renovating.
Now, I think the tenants above me have had an equal passion for renovating as they do for an intense dislike of their bedhead, because they keep insisting on slamming it against the wall with annoying repetition at all-times.
So, I record the renovating sounds coming from upstairs, forwarded them on to my property manager, to highlight the poor timing of the work being done.
She has stated she has passed it onto the Body Corp. One of my neighbours is an Owner/Occupier and she has already fed the information to the Owner’s Corp. I’m not holding my breath. This seems to be how that works.