Noisy Librarian - rant alert

Well Friday was one of those days - it started out brilliantly then went steadily downhill.

For the first time ever we used an online booking program (eventbrite) for out school holiday program tickets. And it worked - it worked better than we could have imagined.

Accusations of catastrophism were made (in the light of our evident and profound relief at the lack of problems) but given the volume of bookings - staff, software, and patrons all coped brilliantly.

The high was soon replaced by disbelief(and many other D {and f} words) at news of a colleague's misfortune.

Then the ice cream van ran out of ice cream a the work Christmas party.

Could the day get any worse? Well yes it could.

When I got home there was a letter from the Body Corporate Manager waiting for me.

Apparently he has received 'numerous' complaints of loud music coming from my flat (the music, not the complaints), and of loud music being played (by me) outside of the hours prescribed by law.

Loud music -me?
Loud music late at night - me?

Now those of you who know me will know I am uber nerd - when I am at home I watch TV, frolic at the computer, and read.

I seldom, if ever, play music outside the prescribed hours (let alone loud music).
I don't listen to the radio.
If I've got music on it's while I'm doing housework and I turn it up so I can hear it over the vacuum cleaner - but I sure-as-hell don't vacuum after 10pm or before 7am (11pm & 9am weekends).
On the rare occasions I do vacuum it's in the middle of the day! And, as I mainly listen to show tunes, soundtracks etc., it raises the question is it possible to play "The sound of Music" loudly?

I put all this in an email to the Body Corporate Manager - along with mention of my long standing tenancy here, and the fact that the previous owners used me as a selling point for the unit ('ideal, long standing, quiet tenant').

Despite all these protestations what really p****d me off was the fact that the anonymous complainant went straight to the body corporate - they didn't talk to me, or pop a note in the letterbox, or slide a note under the door.

I suspect this is a case of mistaken identity - the guys in the flat next door work nights and they like their 'doof doof' music loud and late.

I also have a prime suspect for the complainant - I know almost all of the tenants in the other flats - except for the people who moved in downstairs a couple of weeks ago - not really sure how I can broach the subject with them - as I haven't met them or crossed paths with them yet. (I suspect introducing myself to them with boombox on shoulder blaring out selections from South Pacific would not be the way to go!)

Stay tuned for further developments.

If only I used my power for quiet instead of evil.

P.S. Everybody I have told this tale has laughed hysterically at the thought of me playing loud music late at night - should I be insulted or offended?