Oh dear god, please make the people installing the windows go home. My poor head won’t take the noise anymore today. 5:47 PM Oct 20th from web
That was me, yesterday afternoon. They were working on an apartment above me. Not even right above me, but a whole floor away. Those rotahammers are LOUD. They started early and they ended late. I couldn’t escape. I’m supposed to be packing.
But at least they are making visible progress. The new windows are a different color than the old ones. And of course, you can see where the construction is. I’ve marked my apartment, too, so you can see where they were working, and where I am.
I live in a concrete box. The building is all concrete and cinderblock, with brick mostly for a facade. There are no carpets or anything to dampen the sound. I hear my upstairs neighbor pee on my head. Imagine what a small jackhammer sounds like. I’m sure it will all be worth it eventually. But right now it’s a pain.
We will be getting new blinds, too, out of the deal. But I need to pack. They need five feet of space around the windows to install them. And my bookshelves are there. The Boyo is supposed to come over tomorrow and help me pack. I hope that’s not all.
Meanwhile, if you are looking for me next Monday, or whenever they do the apartment right above me, I’ll be at the library, hanging out and drinking coffee. Otherwise, I will be insane. And have a really bad headache. Actually, I may be spending a lot of time there, or the local coffee shop.