Bubbles and Bookstores
This morning I woke up to someone else's alarm clock. On a Sunday. It's a repetitive tone, not a radio. It's been going for about 40 minutes so far. I wonder about the person who owns this alarm clock. It didn't go off yesterday, which means they specifically set it for today. What kind of job does this person have that involves being woken up at around 8 am on a Sunday? What was this person doing last night that they don't wake up naturally by around 8 am on Sunday? Whatever it was, it wasn't something they were doing at home, otherwise I would have heard it. All noises are amplified here.
My nerves are getting rubbed raw by this alarm clock. When I used to wake up to my alarm clock radio, I'd leave the radio on while I got dressed, only turning it off on my way out. But I'm a light sleeper and never turned the volume up especially high. Can't help but wonder if this neighbor of mine rushed out without doing all their neighbors the courtesy of turning off their alarm clock, or they are still blissfully asleep.
Since I was awake, I decided to scrub out my little shower stall floor. For about two months my shower had a persistent drip. Eventually the Naked Handyman came to fix the drip, but then I realized the shower stall floor was kind of slippery. Perhaps it was sludge from water dripping consistently for two months? Gross. So this morning I sprayed Scrubbing Bubbles, let it sit, and then used my scrubby brush on the shower stall floor. The Scrubbing Bubbles directions say to just wipe with a wet cloth, but I decided that was for a surface that's routinely cleaned, not for one like mine, that needed a deep cleaning.
At first I just wet my scrub brush in the sink, but realized the suds in the shower weren't going away. So I turned on the water in the shower. It's a really tiny shower stall, so that's how I wound up with the top of my head wet. Despite having opened the bathroom window when I sprayed the Bubbles, my bathroom still reeks of chemicals. Yes, I know there are more natural alternatives, but I don't have those, I have the Bubbles, and will continue to use them until they're used up.
I scrubbed over and over, with water dripping down the top of my head, inhaling the fumes. It's been over 20 minutes since I finished, the bathroom window is still open, and at this point I'm high off the fumes.
There used to be a Borders bookstore about two blocks from my apartment. It was utopia - a free place to go in walking distance , that was air-conditioned, where I could read books all day long? Come on - that's what heaven looks like! It closed a few months ago, and I still think of that Borders wistfully sometimes. Times like now, when I'd really like somewhere to go that's free and out of the rain.
It's now three minutes shy of an hour and the alarm is still going. I feel certain the owner of the alarm must rush out of their apartment without turning it off. How could anyone stand this loud and repetitive noise for an hour straight?
My nerves are getting rubbed raw by this alarm clock. When I used to wake up to my alarm clock radio, I'd leave the radio on while I got dressed, only turning it off on my way out. But I'm a light sleeper and never turned the volume up especially high. Can't help but wonder if this neighbor of mine rushed out without doing all their neighbors the courtesy of turning off their alarm clock, or they are still blissfully asleep.
Since I was awake, I decided to scrub out my little shower stall floor. For about two months my shower had a persistent drip. Eventually the Naked Handyman came to fix the drip, but then I realized the shower stall floor was kind of slippery. Perhaps it was sludge from water dripping consistently for two months? Gross. So this morning I sprayed Scrubbing Bubbles, let it sit, and then used my scrubby brush on the shower stall floor. The Scrubbing Bubbles directions say to just wipe with a wet cloth, but I decided that was for a surface that's routinely cleaned, not for one like mine, that needed a deep cleaning.
At first I just wet my scrub brush in the sink, but realized the suds in the shower weren't going away. So I turned on the water in the shower. It's a really tiny shower stall, so that's how I wound up with the top of my head wet. Despite having opened the bathroom window when I sprayed the Bubbles, my bathroom still reeks of chemicals. Yes, I know there are more natural alternatives, but I don't have those, I have the Bubbles, and will continue to use them until they're used up.
I scrubbed over and over, with water dripping down the top of my head, inhaling the fumes. It's been over 20 minutes since I finished, the bathroom window is still open, and at this point I'm high off the fumes.
There used to be a Borders bookstore about two blocks from my apartment. It was utopia - a free place to go in walking distance , that was air-conditioned, where I could read books all day long? Come on - that's what heaven looks like! It closed a few months ago, and I still think of that Borders wistfully sometimes. Times like now, when I'd really like somewhere to go that's free and out of the rain.
It's now three minutes shy of an hour and the alarm is still going. I feel certain the owner of the alarm must rush out of their apartment without turning it off. How could anyone stand this loud and repetitive noise for an hour straight?
Labels: City Livin, People watching, Playing in SF
posted by Green at 1/02/2011 08:40:00 AM
4 Comments:
Had a roommate in college who used to let the alarm go for 40 minutes at a time. She'd blissfully snooze through the noise. The only thing that would wake her was my throwing off the covers, getting out of bed, and crossing the room toward the alarm clock. Then, a hand would shoot out from under the covers and slam the "off" button and a sleepy voice would say "sorry."
She did that a lot. I think I could have claimed justifiable homicide.
My best friend and roommate in college (who was/is an otherwise very lovely person) had no less than 5 alarms go off every morning. Her old pager (kept solely for the alarm), cell phone and 3 other misc. alarms. She'd set them at staggered times so that she wouldn't fall asleep between snoozes. I guess it was supposed to encourage her to actually get up. But half the time I had to get up and yell her name to get her to stop the cascade of alarms every morning. This is when I started sleeping with ear plugs.
I'm sure it's okay now, but if it happens again, perhaps you could knock on their door? (A pain, but probably better than listening to the alarm for more than an hour.)
Hope your shower is sparkly now!
I have a neighbor whose alarm goes off at 5:45 am and is usually still going when I leave the house to take Tess to school. I am POSITIVE that he just gets up and leaves and never turns the fucking thing off. Apartment 210. I've complained numerous times to both naked handyman and douchetard landlord, to no avail. I haven't heard it in a few weeks, but I bet he's away for the stupid holidays and will be back soon enough to drive me insane.
Ohhhh I love the scrubbing bubbles! My husband came home with them the other day and I was like awesome! Those are The.Bomb!
Not in closed in spaces though! LOL!
As for the alarms... My husband sets our alarm on his phone every morning, so he deals with it. There was a point in time that I bought my own alarm clock because I hate to get up in the morning, and it felt like he was having to do all the work, but I quickly got over that :)
I hate those beep beep beep alarm clocks, I woulda been pulling my hair out if I were you! Most definitely beating on the wall or their door! LOL!
PS - I found you over at follow that dog's blog. You keep taking the words outta my mouth over there! Get outta my head :) :) :)
Charlene
http://lifedramatic.blogspot.com
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