But at least I now have an excuse why I'm not productive on the days I work from home. Too bad there aren't more holes the size of Fiats that need to be carved out with drills and jackhammers in the apartment. I could get used to this unproductivity. Perhaps I should just go ahead and outsource myself to some poor Bangladeshi.He: Oh, you work from home.
Me: Yes, some days.
He: Ah, you are lucky.
Me: Except when you're carving out a hole the size of a Fiat behind my refrigerator with a drill and jackhammer, preventing me from doing any sort of real work.
Well, it's almost noon, and I do need to get some things accomplished today despite the noise (from the drills and jackhammers as well as the screams in English and Spanish). Pray that I don't need to put my chores away and rush the maintenance man to the hospital any time soon.
The Fiat-Sized Hole Behind My Refrigerator (As of Lunch Friday)
Polski Fiat, c. 1978
HEY! I recognize that press-on floor tile! Is Daryl installing central air conditioning finally?
ReplyDeleteAir conditioning?!?! At the Manor?!?! Shirley, you jest! Nancy Da'relle has better plans than modern conveniences (and by "modern," I mean "early 20th century"). Instead the neighbor upstairs will be getting washer/dryer connections. The hole the size of a Fiat that's S-T-I-L-L behind my refrigerator is for washer/dryer connections in this apartment/experiment. Not that we asked for them. Not that we ever wanted them. Not that we had a choice about it. Etc. etc.
ReplyDeleteAny thoughts about what we should request for enduring the hole the size of a Fiat behind the rerigerator for more than a week? I'm willing to entertain any suggestions. DSL? Free rent? Back rubs?
Nancy Da'relle (snickering)
ReplyDeleteCheck your lease--if the contstruction is interfering with your "quiet enjoyment" then you might have grounds to demand a backrub, a complimentary washer/dryer, or a gift certificate to Crate and Barrel (Nancy's fave shopping spot).