Besides the building that I live in, there is a construction site, which has been abandoned for the past three years. From what I understood the constructor had encountered some financial troubles and he couldn't continue the condo project. They had started to dig and then everything was put on hold. A few months later, the machines were removed from the site and it stayed emptied for two years.
Last autumn, around mid-November, I noted that work had restarted. A lot of utility trucks and heavy machinery were suddenly present on site, and within two weeks, they were finished digging the foundation. All this activity involved a lot of noise which started early morning around 8AM and continued until late in the afternoon, ending around 8 PM.
I am one of the luckiest persons in my building, because I am not at home the entire day. Therefore, I don't have to endure all the noise. I told to myself that it must be really awful to hear it on a daily basis. I wondered how the retired people from the lower floors were handling the noise situation. No one could not sleep or rest while they were working, that I know for sure. Only a deaf person would be able to close his eyes and fall asleep with such a loud noise.
Finally my long work hours had a positive turn! Usually I wake up early morning, around 5:30AM. Since I like eating out, I leave the house before 7AM. Thus, I have enough time to drive to my favorite coffee shop and enjoy my delightful breakfast. In the evening, I get home around 8PM, when all the activity on the construction stopped. Honestly, I can't complain at all about it.
This morning, while I was on my way to the car, I ran into one of the old couples from the third floor. They were loading some suitcases in the trunk of their blue Sedan. I was surprised to see them in the underground parking so early. I greeted them and asked if everything was alright with them. They replied that they were going to visit their son in Montreal for a while. They confessed that the main reason of their sudden departure was due to the noise factor. Poor them, being retired and at home most of the day, they couldn't take it anymore.
I shook their hands and wished them a safe trip. On the way to my car, I checked my pocket, searching for my business card. I thought of handing them one, and tell them I would keep an eye on their apartment while they were gone. But all I could find inside my pockets were the business cards of a few asphalt contractors Edmonton, and some coins. I gave up the idea and went on with my day.