As you may or may not remember, I moved into a new apartment a little less than two months ago. Since then they have:
Power washed and stained the stairs and outdoor hallways
Power washed and stained all of the balconies
Installed all new windows and sliding glass doors
Each of these delightful projects results in several days worth of noise, mess, noise, and a little more noise and mess. Right now we’re in the middle of window replacement, and I am about to lose my mind.
Do you know what the worst noise in the world is? The beeping that a cherry picker makes when it backs up.
Do you know what noise I’ve been listening to non-stop for the past four days? You got it, that infernal beeping. Plus some banging and clanging, just for good measure.
Not only am I about to lose my mind, but all of the dogs in the building are losing it, too. At any given time I can hear at least one of them freaking out. And you know what? I don’t blame them. If I thought barking at the noise would help, I’d do it too.
My second favorite moment from this latest renovation was Saturday morning when that loud, shrill, goes straight to my spine noise started at 8am. That’s right. Eight. In the morning. On Saturday.
My favorite moment? That one came Monday morning, also around 8am. I knew that they would be working on my apartment on Monday, but since no one had told me what time, I assumed that meant 9am. You can imagine my surprise when I got out of the shower at eight and found a man on my balcony. Good thing I had put on a robe!