2005-04-23 - 1:14 p.m.

Special Update!: Bastard called again on Sunday! I'm beginning to feel a bit sorry for him, because it seems he is a moron who doesn't understand how to use a door key. Wait, no I'm not. If he calls again, I'm marching down there and crowbarring his knees.

Although no one has stolen our recycling bin this year, our old apartment continues to haunt us. You see, the call box by which visitors could contact tenants (and therefore be buzzed in) was connected to our phone line, and we've kept the same number, and the building manager REFUSES TO DISCONNECT OUR NUMBER FROM THE CALL BOX, even though we don't fucking live there anymore and he's the one who connected it in the first place.

I have no idea what he could gain by not disconnecting our number. He claims to have no knowledge of connecting it to the box, which we had had to specifically ask him to do. So now we get all sorts of calls from drunkards and idiots asking to be let into a building where we no longer live. I suppose we could buzz them in (it's a code we punch into the touch-tone phone), but it seems immoral and slightly illegal to be letting people into a building we're not supposed to have access to, especially a building that's had several burglaries and at least one fight in the lobby.

Last night, some guy who claimed to live in the building called three. times. Once was at 10 PM - I explained that our number was still hooked up to the box but that we didn't live in the building anymore. I'd feel weird letting in a complete stranger even if we *did* still live in the building. The second time was at 1 AM, while I was tucked away all snug in my little bed. I mumbled something about how I couldn't open the door and then stumbled back to sleep. So the guy called again, about 10 minutes later and DEMANDED to be let in. I told him, in tones as icy as the darkest reaches of space, that WE DID NOT LIVE IN THE BUILDING AND STOP CALLING THIS NUMBER.

You would think that I would have gone back to sleep then, but instead I was awake for another three and a half hours. Part of me felt guilty for not just letting him in, even though he's a complete stranger and I had no authority to and he fucking WOKE ME UP AT 1 AM TWICE and was really rude about it. I ended up reading an entire book (Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim) before drifting off. Then, I was woken up at 8 AM on the dot by construction next door. They only seem to run the loud powertools from 8-9 AM, possibly because god hates me.

So now I'm very tired and very grumpy. I am not a person who deals well with missing sleep, and I am unfortunately not a person who naps easily. I wonder if there's any legal recourse we can take against the old building manager? Or really any tactic beyond crowbaring the goddamn call box off the side of the building?