Getting Hammered
You MUST be kidding me. First, it’s bad enough that I am awake at this ungodly hour. (My alarm went off almost an hour ago!) But what do I wake up to? The soothing sound of robins or some other freaking bird that would somehow be hanging around my window in November?
Nope. It’s a fucking JACKHAMMER.
Yes, that’s right, the construction project across the street was not satisfied with just coordinating all their equipment so at least one guy was beep-beep-beep-backing up at all times. They had to get a guy ripping up the curb.
I’m thinking I may need to reprise my city council appearance. (At home, I chastised the council for attempting to pass a noise ordinance. Here, I think it’s a great idea. But forget the kids with stereos — I say shut down the Caterpillars.)
OK. End it’s-way-too-early rant. Let the weekend begin.