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[Seven of Nine]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Yeah, in Woostah. Were you wearing your faux ripped acid washed jeans with the comb in the back pocket, authentic Patriots varsity jacket and black reeboks when you drank Zima, you wicked cool guy?

STOP IT PAIGOW!

You're giving me terrible acid flashbacks.

Oh, my aching head....

Speaking of Patriots' varsity jackets, my office resides right next to the apparent epicenter of Boston's BIG DIG. Each morning, I start my day to the cacophony of a dozen jackhammers furiously pounding rock to dust right outside my office. Although I'm actually quite high up, the noise levels somehow remain at near calamatous proportions until quitting time (4:00) for the damn construction workers.

Needless to say, all this noise wreaks havoc with my billable intentions, reducing my Magna Chartas to mindless drivel. A well trained team of squirrels could generate papers equivalent to mine during the hours of construction. Now, however, I am thinking that I can buy off these guys by appealing to their more basal desires. Perhaps a few cases of Zima and some unrestricted access to some of the looser secretaries of my firm could at last bring me the peace and quiet that I so desperately crave.

Any other Big Dig survivors out there? How are you coping with the noise?

Seven (eh?) of Nine