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I've been having trouble sleeping at night due to the attic fans making the aluminum combination windows in my room rattle and hum and buzz and make an incredible amount of racket. This morning, I had one more thing to contend with:
Right at 6.30, I was shaken out of a sound sleep by the roar of wood chippers in front of the house. Make that heavy-duty industrial wood chippers, the kind you can put a whole Christams tree into without clogging it. The Department of Public Works has been trimming tree branches away from the telephone/power lines lately, and their detail for the day happened to be right in front of my windows, as I found out when I stuck my head out the window to see what was going on. I promptly started yelling at them to turn the damn things off since there was someone trying to sleep. Of course they couldn't hear me over the racket. So I went stalking out in my bathrobe, approached one of the traffic cops on detail and asked him if the crew could go somewhere else where people weren't trying to sleep. He told me very nicely that they were on a tight schedule and unfortunately, they'd be in this spot for a while yet. I mumbled some annoyed reply and stalked back to the house. To find that the back door had locked itself behind me. Fortunately, my mother happened to be up, trying to figure out what the racket was, and she let me back in.
I swear, as soon as I got inside, they cranked the dang things up so they were even louder. And all this happened before I had to go to work on the day before a holiday, and those are always insanely busy. Today was no exception.
Right at 6.30, I was shaken out of a sound sleep by the roar of wood chippers in front of the house. Make that heavy-duty industrial wood chippers, the kind you can put a whole Christams tree into without clogging it. The Department of Public Works has been trimming tree branches away from the telephone/power lines lately, and their detail for the day happened to be right in front of my windows, as I found out when I stuck my head out the window to see what was going on. I promptly started yelling at them to turn the damn things off since there was someone trying to sleep. Of course they couldn't hear me over the racket. So I went stalking out in my bathrobe, approached one of the traffic cops on detail and asked him if the crew could go somewhere else where people weren't trying to sleep. He told me very nicely that they were on a tight schedule and unfortunately, they'd be in this spot for a while yet. I mumbled some annoyed reply and stalked back to the house. To find that the back door had locked itself behind me. Fortunately, my mother happened to be up, trying to figure out what the racket was, and she let me back in.
I swear, as soon as I got inside, they cranked the dang things up so they were even louder. And all this happened before I had to go to work on the day before a holiday, and those are always insanely busy. Today was no exception.
