The latest police taping and coning off of my street (sorry its not the best picture, but you get the point).
I officially am declaring my dislike for 77 Hudson - the new giant building across the street from my apartment. Reasons why I dislike it:
1. My view of the skyline is now obstructed by a giant ugly monstrosity.
2. They start work on the building at 7am - 6 days a week. Happy that the giant hammer thing that was pounding metal spikes into the ground is gone but unhappy because of new cranes and other loud noises.
3. The workers use one of those horns people blow during basketball and football games when their team scores... but they use it every fifteen minutes to communicate. I think I have it down: one blow - breaktime. Two blows: move the crane. Three blows: lets piss off the girl in the apartment across the street who is trying to sleep.
4. There are a few trash cans/dumpsters across the street now that proclaim "We love wild girls". Oh really? You do huh? I'm secretly crushing up old birth control pills I found in my medicine chest with tons of estrogen in them and contaminating their big orange water coolers. We will see how long the spray paint lasts. Ok, the potency is probably not good on them since they are old but you never know. It might work.
5. My stoop is now the hang out for any one of the 300+ construction guys who want to eat their sandwich or smoke their cigarette and leave their trash (which in turn causes me to have to battle with my dogs to keep them away from sidewalk scraps on a daily basis .... and yes, I have now mastered the finger sweep. YUCK) I'm pretty sure that is why Wally has now taken to just licking the sidewalk.
6. Safety Safety Safety. This one requires sub-indents due to the amount of items in this category.
a. The 4 alarm fire in October. At this time only 18 floors had been built and they only had piped the water up to the 14th floor. So, the MF burned. Not exactly sure how the whole thing started, but I was evacuated from my apartment for 4 days. With my dogs. And the windows to my apartment were left open. I found charred pieces of wood inside when I got home. Link to story.
b. Debris was falling off the building for a few weeks so they blocked off the street with police for a few days then put up some scaffolding on the sidewalk. The police changed guard every few hours or so and no pedestrians were allowed on my street. I got yelled at (i lost count) a gazillion times by the police when I went out to walk the dogs... Ma'am, you can't be walking on this street... Ma'am this is dangerous... Ma'am ma'am ma'am. UGH. I mean really, what else did they want me to do? Leave home till they fixed it?
c. Storm #1 - they finally removed the scaffolding. Then there was a big storm and apparently a lot of loose wood, wires, trash, etc. Fernando and I were awakened all night long by debris hitting my apartment. The next day I found a two by four on my fire escape. I'm on the 3rd floor. So that's what that really loud noise was hitting my window at 4am?? The street looked like a war zone..wood, wire, plastic bins and trash everywhere. They shut down my street again for a few days and installed nets. (apparently to 'catch' the debris). Now wouldn't it just make more sense to secure the stuff they have sitting on all those floors? Maybe I just don't understand the science of it all. And, the nets were horizontal to the ground. If the wind was gonna pick stuff up and blow it off the building, not sure how a horizontal net would work with stuff that is flying parallel to it. Which leads us to the next "incident".
d. Despite the nets... a two by four falls off the building on a windy day just as a car happens to be driving down my street. It piles into the car from about the 30th floor. Right in front of my apartment. My street is shut down again.
e. Next Storm. Same thing. This time they decide to put the scaffolding up again. This time with chicken wire as a "wall" between the sidewalk and the street.
I do have to say though, I like the scaffolding when it is raining and I have to walk the dogs. At least there is one positive.
7. Back to the reasons.. no more safety indents. My name is not "Baby". When I wear a suit with a skirt to work, I am not wearing it to "look hot". Only my dogs respond to whistles. Need I say more.
8. The street in front of my house is not a trash can.
Ok, I'm done. But if any new reasons come up, I will be sure to update the blog.
I stole this picture off a website since I didn't have one myself. Find it on NJ News website - giving credit where credit is due. Photo By REENA ROSE SIBAYAN / THE JERSEY JOURNAL. Four alarm fire.
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