I, like many young adults in this city, work in the service industry. I work hard, I stay sober, I keep crepuscular hours. It isn’t glorious but it’s a lifestyle I’ve come to appreciate (and it seems like the only way to pay off student debt). If there’s one thing that really grinds my gears about working this industry—in this city specifically—it’s all the GD good-for-nothing loud AF construction. It’s everywhere, and it starts incredibly early. I feel like I’ve been moving from apartment to apartment for the last three years trying to escape it! Wouldn’t you know it, I find a quiet place and I’m sleeping like a baby all winter until kablam! All of a sudden there is a hulking machine less than a block away from my bedroom window pounding ANOTHER enormous hole into this good green earth beginning each morning at the ungodly hour of 7am. The maraschino cherry on top of the Shirley Temple is that a lot of contractors and developer-type folk come to my bar all the time! And I have to be nice to them! Will this madness ever end? Ugh. I’m moving, who’s with me? —Sleepy Bartender
This article appears in Mar 22-28, 2018.
I totally agree with you. I work as overnight security and am trying to fall asleep when the damn construction workers are pounding away and making as much noise as possible.