M. Suzanne Terry

I get that constructions sites are loud.  I really do.  I don’t expect that the construction next to my apartment will never be heard.  I even understand that it will get REALLY loud and that this cannot be helped.  You know, because of physics.

But would it kill the construction workers to be a little considerate?  Is it too much to ask that they take into account that people live there?

Is it really so much to ask that they keep their stuff (e.g., their trucks, supplies, etc.) on their construction site and not in the middle of the street (or, more importantly, in my preferred parking space on said street)?

Is it really so much to ask that they give us notice when they are going to shut down the street?

Do they have to yell at someone across the site, who probably can’t hear them anyway (see: OMG THE NOISE) at 7:00 in the damn morning?  Haven’t they heard of texting?  You can put those things on vibrate, you know.

And most of all, how difficult would it really be to hire about five times as many people so that they can get shit done and go the hell away faster, thus avoiding the apparent need to spend a whole year completely ruining my previously peaceful (read: the whole reason I moved there in the first place) neighborhood with their noise?

One of these days, I am going to flip out when one of them asks me to move my car.  I will exhibit extreme levels of batshit crazy, because that is precisely where their existence next to my home has driven me.  They will stare at me incredulously, but I will not care, and it will not slow down the crazy.

Sometimes, I fantasize that one of them gets hurt.  Not badly, of course, but enough to bleed a bit and maybe require stitches.  I would call 911 for them, but I would giggle, too.  Because karma is a funny bitch, and that’s what you get for being inconsiderate.