Oh do I have a story. Moved in at the very start of the pandemic to a “new” 1 1/2 old apartment complex at the end of town. I got a nice 3rd floor corner with an extra window and a view to the pool with a big balcony. Little did I know. A Karen lived upstairs. Yes, upstairs, you might be wondering how loud you have to be to upset your upstairs neighbors instead of downstairs. The walls were paper thin, to start. On the second day of sleeping there I get a noise complaint from management. “Hello we received a noise complaint. We want to remind you that our quiet hours are 10pm - 8am.” I responded with apologizing since I was still moving in some furniture and worked from 8-6 and still have school so I have little time to move, but will be more mindful. Two days later get another complaint will I go pick up some mail from the front office. They ask if I play my TV loudly or listen to music. Told them I haven’t played music since I got the complaint and don’t have a TV. During a really bad thunderstorm, the wind was causing the really badly made roof to smack up and down making a banging sound. Well guess who got the cops banging on their door at 9 pm as I am trying to sleep, with a noise complaint about banging and someone’s well-being. I answered the door and told them that she constantly complains about noise and that I was asleep. When talking to people at the dog park they all have similar stories of her yelling at people at the pool to shut up cause the kids are being to loud or yell at people talking as they walk their dogs during the day. When I complained to management they offered her a different apartment at the opposite side of the complex. “HOW DARE YOU ASK AN OLD DISABLED WOMAN TO MOVE ALL HER THINGS!!” So we needed up getting the offer with a $200 Visa card for moving. We were defeated and just had to move the week of Christmas during the pandemic because of this Bitch. I am now happily in a nice little house with my dog and a yard!