Because the appliances are almost practically in the bedroom itself, they can be heard when running very well in the bedroom...and, apparently, from the neighbor's bedroom on the other side of the wall.
I think the guy is a truck driver since whenever I hear he's home, I can see what might be his 18-wheeler parked on the far side of the parking lot. (I think it's against the complex rules but they don't seem to mind, I guess, since it's been off and on parked there for half a year now)
He's home maybe a week or so each month, then I don't hear anything for the other three weeks. But when he is here, he has a LOT of laundry to do. He runs his washer (and dryer, I guess, but I don't hear that) several times a day for several days in a row. And there must be something wrong with his washing machine motor since it's incredibly loud. I mean, wake me out of a deep sleep loud.
Ah, yet another of the fun things us night shift workers have to deal with. He does this during normal hours but for me, unfortunately, 4:00 pm is sleeptime. Or that's how I wish it to be.
Things at work are in what seems to be a spin cycle of sorts.
Mookie left fulltime about a month ago and just works a few hours during the daytime here and there since she landed a job more up her alley working in IT for some company at the airport. Not sure if it's OIA or Sanford but if OIA then she's got a hell of a commute each day since she lives in Altamonte. Unless she moved. I dunno. Anyway, that brought a new member to our nightshift lineup. It's Mikisha, the woman who taught June and I the ropes back in 2011. She'd been pool staff all along so she was never out of the loop but she's been feeling the burn of the nightshift lifestyle.
Mikisha has totally mellowed over the years. Back in the day, she'd cut a bitch if they looked at her the wrong way before you could say "Oh snap!" Now she's all smiles and greetings..."Smiles everyone, smiles! Welcome to Fantasy Island!"
The agitator of this spin cycle though is Jessica. She's on the promotion fast track, and there are some that say she'll be the designated CEO when (and if) Helen decides to bow out. But, like so many newbie managers with limited experience, and, especially women, she's a barracuda. And one of those passive-aggressive, plasti-corporate prissy-types that literally think they are fucking royalty. Oh, it's like I'm looking at the female version of me when I was her 20-something age. When I was a queen bee. Surely she'll end up learning her lesson the hard way, like I did.
I just finished a week and a half gluttonous binge of re-watching every episode of Breaking Bad. Man that show was choice! Watching it like I did these past few days for hour after hour in a row it felt like I was watching a very, very, very long feature film. (55 minute episodes on Netflix so, of course, no commercials...62 episodes. So almost 57 hours! Yes, a VERY long movie it would be.)
One of the themes of the show that carried though into real life has been the difficulties of dealing with addiction and loss of focus. While Walt lost focus more and more as the series went on, Jessie had greater and greater challenges in his struggles with addiction. And though there were many more concepts in the show since it was so deep, these two issue persist with me most acutely
I tried to jump start a dryout with what I labeled Sober 16. A goal of a 2016 where I remain sober. That busted in less than a week. Recently I tried switching to Hard Cider thinking it was mainly the carbs I was addicted to in the beers and ales I loved. Cider sucks. I'll never switch again. I didn't even like the buzz from it. So maybe it is the carbs. Should I try O'Doul's next? Could I be satisfied with the taste and carbs of beer without the alcohol? I wonder if they have non-alcoholic microbrew IPA?
In any event, I guess I'll just grin and bear these wishy-washy issues, get put through the wringer of life and hopefully soon I'll have these messy things all freshly laundered out.