I am glad the images returned to the set. Same as you, I get to the dread place when putting the set back on.
Now to on to the kvetch (aside from my fingers typing backwards).
We have Becky Sue or Wanda Loo or whatever her miserable name is at the end of the hall (seriously, I have no idea what her name is). She isn't totally to blame for everything, the original blame goes to a guy named Tom.
Tom rented the apartment in 2007 or 8. He had a remote set up for his door lock put in, where a lazy person punches some code and it unlocks the door. They can do this from several feet away, which usually meant he'd punch these beeps as he went by my door. One time as he did this I yelled out at him, he got the message. He mumbled something the next few times he went by. He moved out at the same time that Time Warner took their 7 hours to show up. Maybe he was responsible for the delay and my subsequent hospital stay. Hmm...finally, I can send those stacks of medical bills to someone.
Anyway, Rhonda May or Clara Anne or whatever her damn name is in that apartment has taken it to a new level. She has activated some gizmo/alarm which gets set off when it's not properly locked. "Beep...beep...beep...beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep", fairly rapid succession almost like a smoke detector alarm.
Well, Cora Jane or Vera Lee or whatever her name is, has had this thing go off at least a few dozen times. I can usually figure out that it's not an alarm of danger, but only after the first few beeps...and it is insanely loud. When it went off Sunday, early, I cursed her out (through a closed door of course) and reminded her that if she was "too stupid to know how to use an alarm or unlock a door with a key like real folk do" that she should take the door and...well, I'd rather not repeat those words.
Holly Rae or Liza Lynn or whatever her name is, works in a high level job with travel and unfortunately there seems to be an apartment trade thing which takes place. One of her replacements is the crazy woman who runs. Now, she knows how to open and close the door properly, but she moves fast, insanely fast. By the time the door closes complete, she is already past my door and her feet have hit the first step down. I move a bit more slowly, and she unnerves me. She also may not be from this planet as she is quite tall...she is also rather unfriendly and impatient. Once, in fact twice now, I was on my way up the stairs, 2 flights left, the buzzer in her unit goes off, she responds and I hear the man downstairs saying UPS. 2 seconds later she zips down the stairs, and 3 seconds after that she comes zipping back up. She gave me an annoyed look as she came around on her way back up, I turned saw her at the bottom of the stairs holding a huge package, I turned sideways so she could get by, she didn't even thank me. Her look was more of annoyance that I was forcing her to wait for even a tenth of a second.
The tall alien isn't that bad I suppose. Neither is Bitsy Jo or Zelda Pam or whatever her name is. I just can't stand people who interfere with my peace and quiet for any reason.
Equal annoyance points go to the old fool in the next apartment, he likes to play with his trash in the hallway. He opens the bag, adjusts it, adds things, closes it, does this a few times each day. He gets bags which have a stretch factor and seem to squeak as he stuffs them. He is somewhat insane (clearly I'm not), so I try not to get in his way. His wife is nice except she sounds like a robot at times.
The person underneath me is still managing to perfect their opening and closing (as in slamming) the door skills. Last night, they pulled it off 24 times in a half hour. Makes me wish I had taken tap dance lessons, I could roll the carpet back and have a grand old time...at 3 in the morning.