The apartment next to mine is currently undergoing renovations; the sound of sanding machines, the last step in the process, have been screeching all day and soon the sickly smell of the Varathane finish will permeate the entire building. There must be a rule somewhere stipulating that this sanding and coating must be done on days when the humidity exceeds 70%.
Meanwhile in the lane on the other side of my apartment the masonry work that has been going on all summer-long continues at a cacophonous level. I’m surrounded, that’s why I’m writing this outside in the peaceful humid air. But I won’t complain because I understand you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs; something many of my community neighbours don’t quite seem to understand. Let me put it this way, if whining and complaining were Olympic sports my neighbors would most certainly be medalists every single year.
But I won’t complain because I understand you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs; something many of my community neighbours don’t quite seem to understand
Within a three block radius of my building there are two large construction projects well underway. One is a private job converting a 1960’s office building into condos. The other is the demolition of a mid-50’s hockey rink and the construction of a new state of the art facility. Not surprisingly both of these projects involve noise and disruption for a period.
Those who live near the recreation facility have been experiencing – suffering some would say – this disruption for a couple of years. I see this along the same lines as removing a Band-Aid: you can take it off slowly and suffer longer as each little follicle is pulled out, or you can rip it off fast and get it over with. Had the residents been smart they would have opted for the quick rip: let the work go on seven days a week, with two shifts if possible and get it over with. But no, they bitched and complained about the work which caused it to be prolonged. One could make the argument that as a municipal project the entire city has been without the facility for much longer than needed as a result of the complaints.
I see this along the same lines as removing a Band-Aid: you can take it off slowly and suffer longer as each little follicle is pulled out, or you can rip it off fast and get it over with
The condo project, being a private affair, is suffering the same fate. Ultimately a lovely new modern building will be in place, no doubt increasing the value of houses in the area. However the folks who will benefit from this valuation have done everything they can to stall the building. The trucks are too loud, too dirty, they start too early, they finish too late. You name it, they’ve bitched about it. The result is a much longer period of egg-breaking for this omelette than was planned.
But perhaps the kicker in this little NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) saga revolves around a new hospital complex that is being built just outside the town limits. this huge project will ultimately result in a phenomenal first-rate health facility, yet there is already a group of residents who are starting to whine that once the hospital is open, ambulances will use their street to gain access to the emergency entrance. Would they have an ambulance transporting a cardiac arrest patient detour out of its way, adding precious minutes to the journey, but not going by their front doors? Taking the long way round as it were? I fear the answer is yes.