How New Home Construction In Lubbock Ruined A Local Man’s Labor Day
Traditionally, Labor Day is meant for relaxing...for taking a break from "Labor", to recharge and unplug before heading back to the swamp rat nest that is the office or jobsite. We just want to lay low, sit on our porch with a cool beverage and enjoy the sounds of the birds chirping...along with a cacophony of air compressors and Skil Saws.
Yeah, that last part was my Labor Day.
This was the view off my patio on Monday Morning, as workers decided to get an early start on Labor Day by building a house directly behind mine. Now, I have NO issue with the construction in my neighborhood, after all, I live in a brand-new home and know that the area is growing rapidly. That's perfectly acceptable.
But, Labor Day does not mean DO AS MUCH EAR-SPLITTING LABOR AS WE POSSIBLY CAN SINCE IT'S A FREAKING HOLIDAY. Capiche?
The fact that they were working with nail guns, compressors, and power saws directly behind my now poisoned oasis was bad enough, but to start at the unholy hour of 7AM was in-freaking-credible.
"Sir? Are you sleeping in on Labor Day?"
"Yes...yes I am."
"Oh Cool, then you won't mind us providing a little white noise for you in the form of this INCREDIBLY LOUD NAIL GUN."
"No, go right ahead. It's not like I wake up at 4am to do a radio show 5 days a week and never get to sleep in, so you do you."
Dude...TAKE. A. DAY. OFF. Do us all a favor...otherwise, we may just have to find out first hand how hot and fast plywood burns at 2am.
Between that, and my new next door neighbor (who just moved here from The East Coast) deciding that the best place to put his kids new trampoline was right next to my fence, I'm thinking that the new neighborhood needs a good coat of fire to bring everyone together...
Yeah, this was an uncool move...