Well, my Saturday morning got off to a rude start. I woke up from a deep and disturbing dream around 6:15 am. I made my morning trip to the bathroom and crawled back into bed. My alarm was set for 8:30 am. I was determined to stick to my new sleeping schedule no matter what the cost.
But plans were foiled again by Stompy Mc Stomp Face, a nickname I gave my upstairs neighbour when they moved in a few years back. They are so loud in the morning. They probably think they are being quiet. But there is very little insulation between their ceiling and my floor. I can hear just about every move they make. I can even tell the difference between Mr. and Mrs. Mc Stomp Face’s footsteps. She’s a little quieter.
I don’t hear anything else in this building. I might hear neighbours in the hall if they’re chatting or on their cell phones. But otherwise, for the most part, it’s quiet.
But the Stomp McFaces. They are up and at it sometimes as early as 4:30 or 5:00 am. Who even gets up that early? And what’s with the pacing? I mean seriously, who walks around from 6:30 am to 9:30 am?
They’re still going at it. I think it’s him. He’s the worst. The heavy footed stomper. I can tell when he comes home from work every day. And this is a big reason why I couldn’t do things like podcasts in this condo.
A few months ago, I invested in a good pair of headphones. They’re noise cancelling and comfortable for longer wear. And they block out most of the noise. But sometimes the vibrations of their footsteps can be felt through my chair. And it’s so freaking … much? Can I say much here? I’m saying much. I don’t care.
So. I rolled over and yelled at my ceiling and pounded my fist on the wall once which probably only did damage to my hand. I covered my head with a towel because I can’t wear earplugs anymore – and fell into a restless sleep.
And now, here we are at, it’s 9:33 am and I’m angrily typing away and complaining about the Mc Stompfaces because I totally forgot about what my post was going to be this morning.
Do you live in a condo building? Or old apartment building? If so, what are some crazy things you’ve heard from your neighbours? I genuinely want to know.
My coffee maker just buzzed at me telling me it’s finished brewing. But I won’t be fooled again. It did the same thing the other day, and I pulled the pot out for a cup only to watch half a cup of coffee continue to spout out the spouter. What a mess that was to clean up. I also need a new coffee maker.
And so, that’s where we are this morning. I’ll write again today once I remember what my article was going to be about. Or maybe I’ll just cheat and repost something from May of last year. Yeah, that kind of sounds like a good plan. I’m off to dad’s later. And have a workout planned for this afternoon.
But in general, I’m cranky and will probably just head for a nap in a little while. All plans for a productive cleaning day have gone out the window with my give-a-damn and give-a-fucks.
How are you spending your Saturday morning?
I don’t listen to a lot of pop music. But Pink rocks. And so here’s what I’m currently feeling.