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Every night is an exercise in misery; every morning a struggle. Groggy and filled with loathing, I drag myself around the apartment in a haze, struggling to make my brain function, and dreading the ineffectualness that will follow as I attempt to get through another work day.
I have the wonderful construction company to thank for this–the one that received an exemption from a municipal by-law governing after hours noise (someone in the city office truly had their empathy cap on the day that decision was handed down.) Each night, it’s such a treat to see the boys rolling on down to my neighbourhood, with their flood lights, and generators, and concrete saws, and jack hammers. It’s such a joy to lie awake as the area directly outside my windows is reduced to rubble until dawn.
They regret the inconvenience, they say. They want to thank me for my co-operation. Go fuck yourself. You, and the city planners who have overseen this nonsense. Co-operation implies I was made aware of the situation, or had some say in it. You merely turned up on my door step and let the concrete fly.
By the way–I read the notice granting your company that by law exemption. It explicitly states that it is contingent on residents being given a 48 hour notice before you destroyed all manner of our sanity. The letter that was shoved under my door (the day AFTER your crews started their over night shifts.) might not have been dated, but it sure as hell wasn’t sent 48 hours prior to this shit show.
Fuck you, and the jack hammers you rode in on. —Slowly Going Crazy
This article appears in Jul 16-22, 2015.
Ear plugs. Get the wax ones as they are more comfortable than the sponge ones.
Welcome to the new H^L^F^X!
Finally, its good to see Halifax get with the times and do night construction instead of plugging up the streets during the day.
You chose to live downtown, now quit your whinging and deal with it. You want quiet, move to the country!!!
CORPORATE DIRTY TRICKS
“Groggy and filled with loathing, I drag myself around the apartment in a haze, struggling to make my brain function, and dreading the ineffectualness that will follow as I attempt to get through another work day.”
It’s not difficult to see what is going on here. The key is to be found in the phrase “the ineffectualness that will follow as I attempt to get through another work day.” Clearly, the construction company is in league with your company’s competitor with the goal of slowly driving you out of business. Nasty perhaps, but all’s fair in the world of corporate dirty tricks. You might want to respond by sending them a package through the mail.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
This is not an eternal punishment. Try being a lobster wrangler.
“This too shall pass.”
There is a fable about a ring bearing this phrase. It is said to have the power to make a happy person more humble or an unhappy person more hopeful.
Think about it.
Soft wax earplugs work really well. Six or seven bucks will buy you bliss…or you can drink yourself stupid.
Oooohh I feel you girl/boy, I feel you!
I have to deal with this BS too. And the worst is that nobody gives a fuck! The city doesn’t care. Whoever owns your building doesn’t care. Where I am from (Germany) there are actual laws that would not allow this bullshit in the first place. And if the construction was truly necessary, you would at least be able to get major rent decreases while having to deal with it. But we’re in Canada… land of ‘oh sorry but there’s nothing we can do’ slash ‘we just don’t really give a shit.’
SLEEP IS A BASIC HUMAN RIGHT … or should be anyway!