I love the smell of tar in the morning!
May 26th, 2006</sarcasm>
There has been construction going on outside my building all week long. Every day this week I have woken up to the smell of tar. Today, unfortunately, I woke up to the lovely combination of the tar and, this time, the sound of a jackhammer. Needless to say, it got me out of bed earlier than I ordinarily would have.
So I went outside and waited for my transportation to the job interviews I was going to (ask next week how they went. Asking me today is not going to give you any real information). While I was waiting, I decided to find out what these guys have been doing all week, anyway. I mean, I’ve been watching and listening and smelling it all week, I might as well ask, right?
Yeah, turns out that this is just preparation for what’s going to happen over the summer. These construction workers, they’re fixing the sewer line that runs under my street (and, frankly, knowing that, better the smell of tar than the smell of sewage, right?) so that over the summer they can fix (as in repave) the entire block (at least, maybe more of the street, I don’t know). Do you see what this means? ALL SUMMER LONG I get to wake up to the smell of tar.
You know, I gave up smoking… I gave up tar. Bastages.
