Jerkhammering

Last year I put up with all sorts of noise as they rebuilt the street, ripping and digging it up. On Halloween they were out there at night, paving. That made it convenient for all of the trick-or-treaters. I thought that the project was almost done. Just one more layer of tarmac and That’s All, Folks!

Today: the sun comes up. Let the jackhammering begin!




Check out the image of the men at work. Taken at 7:20 AM. Right outside where I live. Even closing all the windows doesn’t prevent the nerve-racking vibrations from entering my apartment.

OK, why are they tearing up the pavement? Didn’t they fix all the manholes last year?

And why are they doing this bullshit when two intersections downtown are still torn up? Shouldn’t they at least finish one project before they start another one? These guys are possessed gophers, driven to dig and drill and disrupt at any cost. Maybe some holy water laced with rat poison will drive them away.

Grumpy? You bet your ass I am, especially WHEN I’VE RECOVERING FROM A BAD ILLNESS AND I’M TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP!

This jerkhammering could have waited until noon, couldn’t it?

Maybe I should record that delightful din of metal pounding on asphalt, call up the mayor at this home tonight at 3 AM, and play back the relaxing sounds to him, sharing in the enjoyment.