Five-Hundred Word Challenge 465: Drill Whinge

It is foggy in my mind, but outside of all of this it is a nice day that will inevitably warm up and the drilling sounds downstairs shall continue, buzzing like bees being busy as they fly around, collecting pollen and thus taking it back to the hive, except instead of that the drilling is an annoyance and one that should probably stop whilst we need to do our work for the day.

I guess it can’t be helped, but I’m pretty sure that there is something related to construction that means that you can’t be doing work in an office whilst an office is staffed due to noise levels and whatnot.

What would I know? I’ve just studied environmental impact assessment, so I guess I would no little to noting about the subject.

For now, it has once more stopped, but I am certainly looking forward to the harmonious vibrations and the sounds of the drilling as the people downstairs keep on working loudly whilst I sit here and attempt to do my job without being able to hear what the customers are saying as my mind is continually being pulled away from the call and toward a loud, drilling sound that keeps on happening downstairs even though it shouldn’t be happening whilst people are working.

I think I’ve said the same thing a few too many times.

These are heady days. Work, university, work and university but not always on the same day. There’s going to be a fair bit of running back and forth as I try to get as much done as I possibly can. There is the juggling of things outside of these two elements that must be juggled in order for things to get done. I’m keeping myself busy this semester and thankfully there are no field trips to worry about, which means no large costs that the course fees should cover.

Well, now the occasional hammering has begun. It is going to be a long four hours of hefty work this morning and partial afternoon.

I really should do my best to treat it as some form of meditative music.

It’s all drone, it’s all industrial. It washes over me the same way that music can wash over someone.

It pulled me into another world of sound. It pulls me elsewhere to something else away from the desk. It carries me away to the land of construction, where work goes on uninhibited and no one can complain about the fact that people may be breaking the rules and regulations that surround construction work during office hours.

It’s a beautiful sound that rattles inside my head and carries me home to something away from this desk and somehow will make the day pass on by so fast that…

No. I cannot do this. My only hope is for it to end soon sop I can get on with the rest of the day.

I wish I was stronger willed, but today I am not.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:52:00

Thought I’d have a whinge, which isn’t too different from usual.

Written at work.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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