Living in a closet

The romance of living in a tenth floor studio in downtown Juneau wore off rather quickly. The first night my carpet was still wet from the cleaning and I spread out two rain coats on the floor in the walk-in closet. There were two large fans running in the apartment providing plenty of white noise. I slept o.k. but not a memory easily forgotten. In the morning, the floor was pretty dry. I got dressed and then off to work. I still had no furniture but a sleeping bag for a bed on the floor. The apartment was quiet until about 2:30 a.m. when my neighbor turned on his stereo (I didn't think I was living in a college dorm!)  I knocked on his door but no answer. About 4:00 a.m. the stereo went off so I slept. I was tired but off to another day of work. It was Friday night so I assumed that the stereo may actually go on early and possibly be off earlier. Wrong again! I had planned for this and, armed with ear plugs, I moved into my closet and closed the door to the noise. Even with ear plugs I could still hear the stereo faintly. I called the manager and left a message at about 2:00 a.m. Saturday was bed delivery day, but would I be able to sleep in it? That night I climbed into bed armed once again with ear plugs. At 2:30 a.m. again the bass was able to penetrate my silence. Off to the closet with the sleeping bag! I called the manager again, telling her I could no longer stay here. This was for me a worst case scenario. Sunday I would move out. I only had food, a bed and clothing so not too difficult. There are two of us working in our Juneau office and now, both of us needed a place to stay. My co-worker is quite a resourceful individual. He is a war veteran who spent three months living in our office sleeping in a sleeping bag. Like me he was unable to find a reasonably priced place to stay until his family moved here. Sunday morning we arrived in the office. He asked if perhaps we could find a place to share until his family came here? We get along very well so that was definitely a possibility. What would happen next?