Flexi-pain

One of the things people never talk about when they crow about flexi-hours is, when after they've crawled into bed at about 2 in the morning and then be rudely awoken at 9 am by the sound of drilling from the apartment above them, that other people don't get them.

Yep, that's now happened to me. So instead of sleeping in the whole morning, I'm now plugged into my PowerBook and listening to the songs ripped onto my iTunes in an effort to drown out the sound of the wet works (is that what it's called -- the phase in renovation when they make the most noise?) from above.

Come to think of it, I didn't see a Notice of Renovation pasted anywhere near where it's going on. Hmm, I wonder if I can sue their asses to get just a little more sleep.

Perk #43 of owning a digital camera: the timestamp never lies.

Perk #2 of owning the Nokia 5140: I know that the fucking drilling's causing damage to my eardrums at a consistent 85dB and topping out at 94dB.