Deconstruction

The family of screaming white trash, abusive alcoholics, and retards (not exaggeration) finally moved out of the top unit of the apartment building across the garden from me. Hooray! Those people were freaky scary, and proof that if marriage and spawning are part of God's Plan, then God needs to rethink the plan.

So now they're renovating that unit after who knows how many years the one family has lived in it. (I'm guessing at least 15.) The guy who has been the gardener for the property is going to move into it after they finish the repairs, which I just learned will take 4-6 months.

This is probably because the property owner doesn't like to hire outside contractors, but use the gardener and her nephew to do most repairs, even though neither of them are particularly adept at this sort of work. So we get shoddy work that takes three times as long as it should to finish.

Worse than all that is having to hear their conversations. I think I may have bitch-blogged about them a few years ago. So. Dumb. At least regular construction workers swear a lot and talk about inappropriate things. These guys are just going back and forth trying to follow simple directions.

I wish the landlord had hired an astronaut and an ichthyologist to sand the floors instead, so at least I would have something good to overhear.