Dear Mexican Construction Workers Outside Our Office:
Hi!
I hope you're having a great day! And you know? I have a sneaking suspicion that you are. Well, because I know that when I'm in a good mood, I totally want to sing at the top of my lungs, la la laaaaaa. Unfortunately for me, I work in an office, where sudden and sporadic YELPS of melody-challenged song bursting forth from my cube might disturb my colleagues, who -- right -- are also working in an office. But sure, I understand that your reality is quite different from mine, what with your being allllllllllll the way on the other side of the drywall. That you installed.
I am curious, though. When you built that drywall, did you do so with that new soundproofing kind? Because if you did, if you paid extra for that special soundproof drywall, I am afraid I have some bad news: you were overcharged.
Yes, I regret to inform you that there is no such thing as soundproof drywall. Which means that those few inches that separate you from us are protected by...well, not by very much at all.
Do you hear that? How when Jen said that thing, we all laughed? Yes! Right! That was because you can hear us! Through the walls!
So -- funnily enough -- it turns out that we can also hear you! When you hammer, and drill, and bang for indeterminate reasons, we hear it all. And we do not begrudge this. The building is expanding and we were the first ones here on this end and we're really okay with it.
The hallway's looking awesome, by the way.
But the singing is...ah...really something. I mean, we'll be tap-tap-tapping at our computers, working silently, and then WHAM! We'll be awakened by a few lines of something in SPANISH AT TOP VOLUME FOR NO REASON. And then it will subside entirely. We're just never quite prepared for it to start, you know? Or stop, for that matter.
So I guess my point is that, as long as we're going to be hearing your many and varied forays into Drywall Opera anyway, it might be nice if you'd at least sing a whole song.
Thanks,
One of the frequent bathroom-goers-who-sorry!-disturbs-your-work-getting-around-your-
scaffolding-like-four-times-a-day in Suite 305
I hope you're having a great day! And you know? I have a sneaking suspicion that you are. Well, because I know that when I'm in a good mood, I totally want to sing at the top of my lungs, la la laaaaaa. Unfortunately for me, I work in an office, where sudden and sporadic YELPS of melody-challenged song bursting forth from my cube might disturb my colleagues, who -- right -- are also working in an office. But sure, I understand that your reality is quite different from mine, what with your being allllllllllll the way on the other side of the drywall. That you installed.
I am curious, though. When you built that drywall, did you do so with that new soundproofing kind? Because if you did, if you paid extra for that special soundproof drywall, I am afraid I have some bad news: you were overcharged.
Yes, I regret to inform you that there is no such thing as soundproof drywall. Which means that those few inches that separate you from us are protected by...well, not by very much at all.
Do you hear that? How when Jen said that thing, we all laughed? Yes! Right! That was because you can hear us! Through the walls!
So -- funnily enough -- it turns out that we can also hear you! When you hammer, and drill, and bang for indeterminate reasons, we hear it all. And we do not begrudge this. The building is expanding and we were the first ones here on this end and we're really okay with it.
The hallway's looking awesome, by the way.
But the singing is...ah...really something. I mean, we'll be tap-tap-tapping at our computers, working silently, and then WHAM! We'll be awakened by a few lines of something in SPANISH AT TOP VOLUME FOR NO REASON. And then it will subside entirely. We're just never quite prepared for it to start, you know? Or stop, for that matter.
So I guess my point is that, as long as we're going to be hearing your many and varied forays into Drywall Opera anyway, it might be nice if you'd at least sing a whole song.
Thanks,
One of the frequent bathroom-goers-who-sorry!-disturbs-your-work-getting-around-your-
scaffolding-like-four-times-a-day in Suite 305
Lol, you gotta admire their joie de vivre.
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ReplyDeleteCould you take a picture of the hallway for me? And also record the singing for me? 'Cause those are the types of things I really miss about not working in the office with you every day.
Pretty please.
I lived with this phenomenon all spring and summer, while re-landscaping and remodeling... a friend's husband and his skilled labor friends sang intermittently, just pieces of songs, the entire time they were here. LOUDLY. My friend told me it was wonderful to live with someone like that, who broke into song in his native tongue at all hours of the day for no reason at all; just a happy person at heart. I miss them. I'm inviting them back to do my kitchen this summer.
ReplyDeleteAi yi yi yi
ReplyDeletecanta no llores!
AYE YAE YA YAE!! DE COLORES!
ReplyDeleteYes, the hallway is looking awesome. But you failed to mentioned that it's been, oh I don't know, about FOUR MONTHS since they started this project.
ReplyDeleteI think we should start placing bets on when we think they'll be done.
Heee!!! I could use a little singing in my office. Spanish or otherwise. My job has gotten SO DULL!
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