Monday, January 12, 2009

Idling Mood Swings

I hate people today. I hated them yesterday too. In fact, it all started the night before last. Madelene and I had just finished dinner and moved into the living room to watch rerun episodes of House. It was snowing outside and the newscasters had predicted a big snowstorm that ended up being nothing more of an inch of fluff. City folk might appreciate it, but it was definitely amateur night for the native New York country bumpkins.

Although we’re pretty close to the city, we’re not exactly in the woods either. We live in a huge complex filled to the brim with people who were just plain sick and tired of the Bronx. If you ask one of the new owners or renters where they came from, you’ll be sure to get “Bronx” for an answer. They consider this to be the backwoods, compared to where they used to live. I know ‘backwoods’ living and was raised on a mountain a mile up high, where you could view three neighboring towns. There were no neighbors on either side. We were alone. We’d get the occasional bear or coyote passing by, but that made it all the more painful as I grew up being scared to walk outside. Therapy helped somewhat. “Well what’s the worst thing that can happen living there, Deb?” my therapist would ask, giving me that reverse psychology cognitive behavior therapy bullshit.

“Umm, I can be eaten?”

*blink*

These days, I could just get shot or mugged, but I’m sure a bear won’t be attacking me anytime soon. Back to what I was initially going to say: the night before last I had had just about enough with the contracted workers who plow our complex. I do realize they’re working the graveyard shift and trying to keep everyone safe as they remove snow from the streets and bounce it back up on the sidewalks so people can slip and fall and break their necks. As Madelene and I were midway through our show, I realized that there was a loud truck just sitting idle down below our window. I sat back down and continued watching television. One hour passed...  Two hours passed...  Three hours and my PMS kicked in. I got all “green” so I had an excuse to bitch and moan.

“You know, he’s putting off unnecessary emissions that are harming our planet!”  I said, sipping water out of my plastic bottle.

Madelene just stared at me and was fully aware that I was just annoyed because I would have problems sleeping later on if it continued. The last time one of these workers annoyed me, a guy was chiseling ice off our mailboxes at 3am. I mean really---who does that? I decided to end it quickly and swiftly. I got my laser pointer, and as he chipped away at those mailboxes at ***3am***, I pointed my laser light one foot away from his very own feet. I never saw a man run so fast in all my life. The chiseling stopped. I went to sleep...soundly.

I decided the same technique would work on this gentleman in the idling truck. His truck was parked so that his tailgate was facing our building. I pointed the laser near his window, but it didn’t do anything. I floated the laser down making a huge red circle on his massive yellow plow. He had to of noticed it.   Nothing.    Just an idle motor running and running and running. After the fourth hour, a bigger truck came by and dropped off a man, who got into the driver side seat of the idling truck.    There wasn’t even a man inside!

This morning, I’m on my third hour of hearing this idling truck once again. My mood is shot to hell. I hate people today.

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12 Comments:

Blogger Jess said...

Me + noise + me trying to rest/sleep/need quiet time = murder. I am totally with you on this. The laser pointer is a freakin GENIUS idea!!

Hope the day gets better!

January 12, 2009  
Blogger Mars said...

i get irritated by construction workers too. they start working away at 6am. who's awake at 6am????

and then there are my neighbours above me. hammering away at stuff all night long. what framing needs done during the night?

bang, bang, bang....and then some fast banging, followed by some slow banging. every night. you'd think they hammered every nail in ever goddamn wall.

January 12, 2009  
Blogger Sue said...

I hate "people" at least once a day LOL -- there is always some jerk trying to tick you off in some form or another.

January 12, 2009  
Blogger Trashman said...

I miss the pizza, the women, the all nighters and lots of other things. But I don't miss the snow.

January 12, 2009  
Blogger ~Deb said...

Jess: Well, it used to work until the men decided to head off to the bars and come back 4 hours later to their idling trucks. Eh. They have finally left when I got home today! YAY!

Mars: I think there’s a law, well at least in my state that if you’re near a residential area that the noise levels can start at 7am. Otherwise, it’s illegal for them to do that I believe. (I might be wrong on that.) You sure your neighbors are hammering the walls???
Might be a bed frame. Just sayin’. ;)

Sue: Amen!

Trashman: Nothing’s changed. The snow is a force to be reckoned with but all the more reason to cuddle up with a good woman. ;)

January 12, 2009  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Deb, you crack me up girl. You are so funny. I posted several weeks ago on why we should pray for others. When I read your post tonight, I had to respond. I live in North Georgia, so an inch of fluff would have thrilled me to no end. However, I understand the fact that you were ready for Big Snow and didn't get it. As for the idling truck, that would have wrecked my nerves too. I probably would have gone down to investigate. Anyway, just wanted to tell ya that I enjoy reading your post every single day. I can't wait to see if you have posted something new every time I log on.
Hang in there with AA. I'm proud of you and I don't even know you, but you are my sister in Christ and I support you in this ordeal. My mother found out the other night that I enjoy drinking wine. She is a good ole Southern Baptist praying mother. She reminded me that I have two uncles that are alcoholics and that it was in my blood as she said. Story short, she asked me not to drink. So, here I am 44 years old, and my mother won't let me drink.I cherish her though. So, I will probably do what she asks of me. Have a great week. Again, I enjoy your posts and your point of view on so many things. I feel that you are wise beyond your years. You have a profound knowledge of the Bible and I really enjoy hearing your thoughts on Biblical things.
Respectfully,

Anonymous

January 12, 2009  
Blogger Ricardo said...

OK that was totally wasteful of them to do. Was this a city plow? that's your tax dollars getting wasted. Blech. I have been an emotional yo yo and I can't get PMS. So I think it may be seasonal thing.

January 13, 2009  
Blogger the walking man said...

Deb...Move to Detroit, the city not the burbs, they haven't plowed any residential streets here for 35 years. There is no construction to keep you awake either and the intimation of a gun causes instant respect.

But don't worry most people here will hate you too.

(Myself excluded of course)

January 13, 2009  
Blogger ~Deb said...

Anonymous: Thanks for your comment. It was too cold to go down there and investigate. I hate confrontations. As far as the drinking thing goes---I really believe that there is nothing wrong with having a glass of wine or two if you want. Everything in moderation, right? For me, it wouldn’t be so good because at this point, I was doing it to calm my nerves and failed to keep up with the ‘occasional drinker’ status. I had to stop because it was affecting my sleep, my reactions toward people, increased my anxiety and I put on some weight after my heavy drinking days flew in. My grandfather was an alcoholic so it is in my blood too. I guess it depends on your self-control and if you’re the addictive type of drinks just because you’re stressed. Otherwise, an occasional glass of wine with dinner is really healthy. Thanks for reading my posts and commenting! :)

Ricardo: I’m not sure if it was one of the city plows or just a personal contractor they hired. But I understand if the guy was sitting in his truck getting warm---but he was gone for 4 whole hours and left his truck running. Is there a reason to do that? I mean----for trucks to keep it running? Maybe there’s some kind of “trucker factoid” I’m missing out on. Oh, and don’t you know men PMS too??? Besides, it was the full moon Sunday. It still affects us a few days after. Now I sound like a gypsy.

The Walking Man: Hrmm. I’m going to have to think about it... Sounds lovely. Really. (ha) Is it really like that over there?

January 13, 2009  
Blogger the walking man said...

Yes; Detroit is a strange and unique place.

January 14, 2009  
Blogger My Rights said...

it was intrasting.
beautiful blog.

January 14, 2009  
Blogger SJ said...

They have been building this hotel right next door for three years now. Now that they are almost done I think I might miss the noise and dust!

January 14, 2009  

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