Men at work

There are some new condos being constructed right next door to my apartment building. While the construction can be annoying, the majority of it takes place during the week when I'm at work. However, those construction workers start filing in and working around 6:30 or 7 a.m.....which is very precious time to me....BECAUSE I'M STILL FUCKING SLEEPING.

The workers themselves yell at each other...in English, in Spanish....they even whistle. Who feels like whistling at 6:30 in the damn morning? Do they have Zoloft in the water over there or what? Maybe they are all coked up from the night before, I don't know. "Morning people"...I'm not one of them.

Worse than the noise coming from the workers, is the noise of the trash. I'm not talking about the garbage truck here, folks. I'm talking about mass quantities of glass, boards, metal, etc. that these lovely workers throw into this massive dumpster. AT 6:30-7 A.M....I REPEAT. And it never sounds like they are gently tossing it in there either, it rather sounds like they've taken the trash from the very top of the building and dropped it from there into that dumpster.

Something to take note of: Most buildings in Seattle don't have air conditioning. The reason for this is that the temperature doesn't normally get hot enough to require excessive use of it, so people open up all of their windows and employ window fans instead. I have no complaints about no AC...my apartment doesn't get any afternoon sun, has very good ventilation, and I bought a nice fan that does the job just fine. I also only had a $23 electric bill last month, and that was with about two weeks of 80+ degree weather, which I have to say is an amazing change of pace compared to the $180 electric bill I had at this time last year in Arizona. But (of course there is a "but"), this frickin sucks ass when you're trying to drown out all of this construction noise bullshit.

The aforementioned issue is just part of the problem.

In the morning, dog has to be let out to do his business. He's a good boy, letting me know when it's time to get up and walk him downstairs. Hops onto the bed and stares at me with those cute little eyes, ears perked straight up. I try to ignore him for awhile, but he's been holding it for about 7 hours, so he doesn't let me get away with going back to sleep. He paws at my pillow until I climb out from under the covers and stumble toward the door, grabbing his leash and my keys along the way. This is literally how I do it, I walk him downstairs DIRECTLY from getting out of bed. This means I'm probably wearing a ratty old t-shirt, and some comfy short shorts. It also means that I'm probably not wearing a bra, have my glasses on, and hair probably looks something like this:
I walk directly past the workers, eyes barely open, hoping dog will do his duty quickly so I can TRY to get another half hour of zzzz's before cursing the noise and finally dragging my body to the shower. But noooo, it can't be that easy. I always get some sort of comment, or whistle, or eye-fucking look from these perverted workers. I ignore this bullshit as much as possible and head back indoors....believe me, it takes a lot of energy for me to keep from telling these idiots to go fuck themselves.

Don't get me wrong, if they all looked something like this, I would be all about it....hell, I might even run a brush through my hair before running downstairs:

But mostly....they just look like this:

The construction is supposed to be done at the end of this month...until then I guess I will just have to endure the unwanted attention.

Song of the day: "Nothing to Worry About" Peter Bjorn & John (aside from this trivial shit, life is great)