Oh for heaven’s sake. Déjà vu all over again.
Not only a pile of gravel and a deep channel across the road, but a bulldozer actively digging right behind my car.
This time I took a lot more pictures. I mean, I can get away once with telling the boss that I’m late for work because there’s construction in front of my house. It sounds a lot less convincing the second time, especially since it means I'm going to be running late two Fridays in a row, haha, yes that is an odd coincidence boss, haha.
I really think it wouldn’t hurt if these guys gave a little notice, like a note on my door the night before? It would only have to be a very little note. And also some advance notice when they’re planning on turning the water off. Would that be too much to ask?
When I went out to take pictures, I probably looked a little irate. At least, I think that was why the construction worker took one look at me and decided to turn on the charm. "Hi there!" He had quite a nice smile, I must admit.
I told him I was taking a picture so my boss would believe me.
“Bosses,” he said. “I know how they can be.”
He said it would be more convincing if he were standing next to the bulldozer, holding his shovel “like they did on Green Acres,” just so the boss knew actual work was in progress.
As he promised, they were done by the end of the day. I still have running water, so there's a victory. I've also got a lawn full of deep holes, but on the plus side there's a whole lot of brand new gravel on my parking strip. Plus I got smiled at by a friendly guy, which is nothing to sneeze at.
Exercise du jour: Ended up having to walk to the doctor's office, to the store, and to the Max & work. Total walking for the day, five miles.