Come on, dude…it’s MONDAY

Listening to: Flying Machines, “On a Whim”–and the dulcet tones of my neighbor’s chainsaw.

Yes, that’s right. Chainsaw Man returns. He’s out there, chopping things down, cutting wood to splinters. Except that it’s Monday.

You would think his constant weekend chainsawing would be more offensive, simply because more people are home, and trying to do things like sleep in, or work around the house, or read. But, to me at least, the Monday chainsawing is the most egregious. I mean, it’s Monday. Mondays, in general, burst with suckitude. The weekend’s over, and a long week begins yet again, with more goals that will go unmet, more projects continually unfinished, etc. The weekend seems so very far away. And the cat is bothering me with renewed vigor, since he doesn’t have TH around to chase him about the house.

Plus, I’m the only one in the vicinity who’s home, as far as I can tell. So it seems like Chainsaw Man is doing all this for my benefit. “Look at me, I have a chainsaw, and I use it on the weekdays, too! I cut down trees! WhirrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

There. It’s out of my system. I’m going to turn the volume up a few more notches, thank God for headphones, and get back to work.

Or I’m going to start perusing the real estate listings in the area.

One of the two.

5 thoughts on “Come on, dude…it’s MONDAY

  1. Sorry I haven’t been by in a while. Anyhoo, the chainsaw guy would drive me crazy. I can’t stand noise. I guess it’s better than other people’s music, but still… Ack.

  2. It would really be okay if he only did it for a little while…but this has been going on for a year and a half. I once woke up to the sound of a tree crashing down, and thought a tree was falling down on our property. Not fun!

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