Workers of the World

The workers in MY world have been getting on my frigging nerves the past couple of weeks. The apartment complex management has gone on a binge of tree-cutting and leaf-blowing lately. 

Trees: The bottom-of-the-barrel tree-trimmers don't know shit about trimming trees. They've just been slicing off major limbs left and right, leaving a big stem, basically. It's awful to look at. Aside from the theoretical gripe with their inability to chops limbs correctly, my personal gripe is: The stupid tree-trimmers broke a couple of my plant pots in the backyard last week and didn't even knock on my door to apologize. And yet another group of tree-trimmers had their portable stereo blasting last week while they were clearing out brush---after about a half-hour, I had to go out there and tell them to please turn down their music. One guy said, "Oh, OK, " then a few minutes later it was blasting again, and I had to go back out there again. Have some respect for the neighbors, you fucking idiots.

Leaf-Blowing: After 6 months of no leaf-clearing (and after 3 or so requests from me to have the dead leaves cleared out from my backyard), the apartment management finally sent a crew out to blow the leaves away. I had to listen to their loud shit for over 5 hours last Saturday. (Prior to 6 months ago, a leaf-blower guy would come every Tuesday and, voila, the leaves on my sidewalk and in my yard would be gone in about 20 minutes. Not sure why it now took 5 hours.) Around 3 pm, the blowing-machines finally stopped, and I thought I could finally relax... Well, until I looked out my front window to see one of the guys pulling out his dick and taking a piss on a bush just outside of my window! Part of me said, "Be cool," but the bigger part of me said, "Tell that motherfucker to get the fuck away from your window." (Latter part won---I jerked open my door and scared that idiot off, then reported him to the apartment office.)

Who needs this stupid shit? I feel like I've been flashed back to my younger self, circa 1990-2000. Only then, I just put up with everything, and now I'm dead set on confronting everything. The ultimate goal, though, is to not be around any of this shit at all.