Life at a Casting Call for Deliverance
And the gods laughed......
Let me give you a snapshot of life at Lakewood Terrace.....
12th Avenue is closed from Nanaimo to Fraser from now until the end of August. City crews are replacing the sewer lines, which, in Vancouver style, were antiquated before they were originally installed. Today they were listening to Vanilla Ice. Need I say more?
Lakewood Terrace is having the building envelope removed and rebuilt, and a new roof installed. This is a nearly two year long project. *sob*
This place looks and feels like a cross between the set of a Doomsday film and the casting call for a remake of Deliverance!
It's not so much the fact that both crews start making enough noise to wake the dead at 7:30 AM, or that there is no getting away from the dust, the mess, the construction materials and the total inconvenience and resulting short tempers and headaches.
Nope, it's really about the fact that our space has been invaded by Uncle Dad and the Goomba family.
Last week, one entire lunch break was dedicated to figuring out how much money a developer made when he sold 300 units for $100 000 each. The brain trust came up with seven or eight different answers, all of them wrong, and ended the debate with the decision that it didn't make a lot of difference how much money it was, it would buy a lot of beer.
I've heard one braniac explain to his buddy that the only way to make sure the buddy and his girlfriend conceived a male instead of a female embryo was for the guy to wear blue socks when they had sex.
Four guys were talking about geography yesterday. One poor dim bulb tried to convince the other three that the US has 51 states. The other three were all certain there are 49 states. Dim bulb would not let it go, Puerto Rico is the 51st state, he insisted. They went back and forth for at least five minutes before deciding that maybe Puerto Rico is the fifty-first state, but if it isn't, then there are forty nine states, just like they said.
One guy, Dave, looked like he was having a nervous breakdown on Monday. I was mowing the grass and he was totally panicked, so I asked him if he was okay, or if he needed help. He said that his car had been stolen. I suggested he call 911 to report it, which he did. He then called his wife to let her know that he would be late, since their only car had been stolen.
I'm pretty sure it nearly killed him to tell me, and then the police, that he had forgotten his wife had driven him to work that morning, and every day the week before.
I wonder how some of these people dress themselves every morning. They are responsible for rebuilding our homes.....pretty scary since they seem to have a collective IQ of 75.
With any luck this project will be a success, and our homes will be waterproof and mould free....one can dream.
Let me give you a snapshot of life at Lakewood Terrace.....
12th Avenue is closed from Nanaimo to Fraser from now until the end of August. City crews are replacing the sewer lines, which, in Vancouver style, were antiquated before they were originally installed. Today they were listening to Vanilla Ice. Need I say more?
Lakewood Terrace is having the building envelope removed and rebuilt, and a new roof installed. This is a nearly two year long project. *sob*
This place looks and feels like a cross between the set of a Doomsday film and the casting call for a remake of Deliverance!
It's not so much the fact that both crews start making enough noise to wake the dead at 7:30 AM, or that there is no getting away from the dust, the mess, the construction materials and the total inconvenience and resulting short tempers and headaches.
Nope, it's really about the fact that our space has been invaded by Uncle Dad and the Goomba family.
Last week, one entire lunch break was dedicated to figuring out how much money a developer made when he sold 300 units for $100 000 each. The brain trust came up with seven or eight different answers, all of them wrong, and ended the debate with the decision that it didn't make a lot of difference how much money it was, it would buy a lot of beer.
I've heard one braniac explain to his buddy that the only way to make sure the buddy and his girlfriend conceived a male instead of a female embryo was for the guy to wear blue socks when they had sex.
Four guys were talking about geography yesterday. One poor dim bulb tried to convince the other three that the US has 51 states. The other three were all certain there are 49 states. Dim bulb would not let it go, Puerto Rico is the 51st state, he insisted. They went back and forth for at least five minutes before deciding that maybe Puerto Rico is the fifty-first state, but if it isn't, then there are forty nine states, just like they said.
One guy, Dave, looked like he was having a nervous breakdown on Monday. I was mowing the grass and he was totally panicked, so I asked him if he was okay, or if he needed help. He said that his car had been stolen. I suggested he call 911 to report it, which he did. He then called his wife to let her know that he would be late, since their only car had been stolen.
I'm pretty sure it nearly killed him to tell me, and then the police, that he had forgotten his wife had driven him to work that morning, and every day the week before.
I wonder how some of these people dress themselves every morning. They are responsible for rebuilding our homes.....pretty scary since they seem to have a collective IQ of 75.
With any luck this project will be a success, and our homes will be waterproof and mould free....one can dream.
posted by Alphamutt at 11:22 AM
3 Comments:
how fortunate that I am at work the hours that the work is being done!
7:30am! I wish! The idiots woke me up at 6:30 the other day with a generator or something equally deafening. I would have called the city to comnplain about the noise bylaws & starting up before 7am, but I couldn't figure out which of the two damn crews were making the noise without getting out of bed, getting dressed & going outside to look. I have to get up at 7am, and I value that last half hour of sleep. Aargh.
To top it off, one of them sounds like a turkey when he laughs.
HyuckHyuckHyuck!
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