Everybody has stress.
In the last few months I've had a lot. Moving my business is WAY stressful and I thought it was finally done.
But then the building next door was getting a new tenant and the construction began.
Sawing and hammering. Smells of paint and polyurethene. Glass guys. Trash guys. Radios blaring. Phone guys, floor sanders, lighting guys. The air conditioning guys on the roof. Pounding. Hammering. Sawing. Jackhammers outside for water mains. Non english speaking yammering. Yelling. Breaking. Dumpsters filling.
Dry wall guys, painters. On andf on.
Every day for the past two months the noise level next door got unbearable. Electric and gas company guys in MY basement. Pounding and talking and yammering away. NOISE NOISE NOISE. Driving me nuts.
And finally the work was finished. My life was just about back to normal. It was peaceful again. Quiet.
And then on Tuesday it happened.
The RCN van pulled up with the words FREE ICE CREAM emblazoned on the side of the truck. And the truck started playing the 'It's a small world" jingle over and over and over again. for hours the fucking van sat in front of my store blaring out "It's a small world after-all, It's a small world after.....all"
They gave out free ice cream in front of my store for hours and hours with that godforsaken song wafting out of it's crap sound system.
Though it had nothing whatsoever to do with the guys moving in next door I blame them.
It's a small NOISY world afterall.
And I didn't even get a free ice cream.