The BRAT Blog
posted: April 26th, 2012
May 6th, 2012. The beginning of the latest drama at my shithole apartment complex. Two crazy ladies were evicted from my apartment building (novels could be written about these two, but I have neither the time or energy).
It was bad enough that for most of 2011, the owners of my slum thought it would be smart to hire people to build, then take down, then build, then take down, then build a fence around the property (sawing, hammering, loud talking/singing, et cetera...for almost a YEAR). That seriously hurt the quality of my work. Now, these two bitches were about to cause two months (and counting) of LOUD construction.
These two pictures showcase some of the destruction these old women did to their apartments. Spray painted wall, cut power cords, cut gas lines...bad stuff. This was the better of the two. The other apartment literally had the walls ripped away, exposing the beams. Amazing.
Enter the renovation. Now the owners of the slum have decided to fix up the apartments with new everything. I wouldn't normally care, but this has translated into two plus months of CONSTANT construction. From 7am to near 10pm every night (illegal in the city of Burbank), I get hammering, sawing, screaming / singing....just a medley of every sound you can imagine that would be counter-production to getting any work done.
I'll address some of your suggestions before you even offer them: I can not afford to move (Mom's cancer ate my savings). I can not just wear earplugs (construction goes through the plugs). Their power tools make it so I can not do any audio / video work between 7am and 10pm (it interferes with my capturing). On the rare days they do leave at a legal time, I can't really do any work between 7p and 10p because then I'm completely ignoring my gf. I can't work after 10p, because then I'll be waking the gf up with the tape decks. I also can't do any code after 10p solely because I am so mentally exhausted from the lack of sleep on the previous day. Seriously - I am averaging about three hours of sleep a night before these fucks start up again.
I can't work during work hours. I can't work after work hours. I get very little sleep. My days are filled with this FUCKING racket. I am about to lose my mind.
Someone get me some winning lotto numbers fast...or a job that actually pays me what I am worth!
I am typing this while still hearing this crap outside (and through the walls). I am off for a drive. I think I'll try to go sleep in my car in a park. I miss sleep.
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