Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Thanks for the New Corner, Assholes
As you can imagine, this has also done wonders for the previously shitty sleeping habits of my 13 month old daughter. She already sleeps like a spooked cat hooked on crystal meth, and this really added a sharpness to her nightly wake ups. Much like wind in the willows or the crash of distant waves upon the shore, the pounding of jackhammer on concrete at 2:30 a.m. a mere 50 feet from your bedroom is a powerful sedative for a baby. I awoke several times with burning hatred in my heart for both the City, and the workers (like they have some sort of say in the matter). I've threatened, to no one in particular, to call and complain. But in rational moments I've realized the futility in speaking to whoever functions as "Customer Service" for the City of Chicago. I can't imagine how that would be received by the fat woman who answers that phone in between swallows of Diet Coke and bites of 7-11 bought snack cakes. So I stew in quiet. Thus far my only act of defiance has been to violently flip a middle finger out the window of my car, aimed in the direction of the workers, as I drive to the gym at 5:10 a.m. each day. I've no reason at all to believe that anyone has ever seen it. FML indeed.