It has been 3 days of pounding and yelling, "Necessito cerveza!" Yeah, me too, Buddy! Outside of my window where I work from home, has become home to a beehive of roofers, scrambling up and down 3 stories. I am just used to climbing out of bed in the wee hours and starting work in my PJs by at least 5:30am. The 2nd story window by my desk usually has no visitors as the only window in the home adjacent is a glass block window to a neighbor's bathroom. No worries, right? Until the landlord of the neighboring house finally decided it's time to replace the roof without notifying...uhhmmm...us. Suddenly my every move has become quite public which made me realize a robe was in order. It is quite alarming when you look out of your 2nd and 3rd story windows and see groups of men working on a roof within 10 feet of where you are standing or sitting or sleeping.
But I am not writing about the irritation and invasion of privacy this created...that's a given and far to boring because we have all been there. What suddenly struck me was periodically I looked over to see them working as I too worked. Within 10 feet of each other we existed in 2 completely different worlds. They were in the sun, it was hot outside, and although they were often at the same height as I was, they were in harms' way, precariously balancing as they stripped away the old roof. And here I sat comfortably, focusing on my computer, reviewing files, feeling a stress of a different nature. I couldn't decide if I was in the fishbowl or if they were, but it made me truly see the juxtaposition of lives and how we co-exist so closely physically, not nearly taking the time to realize that end of a hard day of work perhaps we all need to yell, "Necessito cerveza!"
But I am not writing about the irritation and invasion of privacy this created...that's a given and far to boring because we have all been there. What suddenly struck me was periodically I looked over to see them working as I too worked. Within 10 feet of each other we existed in 2 completely different worlds. They were in the sun, it was hot outside, and although they were often at the same height as I was, they were in harms' way, precariously balancing as they stripped away the old roof. And here I sat comfortably, focusing on my computer, reviewing files, feeling a stress of a different nature. I couldn't decide if I was in the fishbowl or if they were, but it made me truly see the juxtaposition of lives and how we co-exist so closely physically, not nearly taking the time to realize that end of a hard day of work perhaps we all need to yell, "Necessito cerveza!"
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