Noise Pollution
Jun. 15th, 2004 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tj_dragonbladePardon me...I need to bitch...
I will never understand people who feel the need to show off the exorbitant sums they dump into their car audio systems and share their personal taste in music with the rest of the neighborhood.
Now, don't get me wrong--I'm all for loud music and heavy bass. But everything has its own time & place; and eleven o'clock at night in a residential neighborhood is *not* it for bone-jarring bass. These kids across the street...it looks like a houseful of high-school & college students; I don't know that I've ever seen a responsible adult-type over there; but...*gods*. They started up at ten last night, just sitting in the driveway with the stereo pumped up; and dammit, my two-year-old is in *bed*, trying to sleep, y'know? But hey, I was young once...okay technically I'm *still* young even if I don't particularly *feel* it...I can give 'em a little leeway. Free will & freedom of expression & all that, y'know. My husband agreed.
But when they're *still* fucking playing the shit at 11:30--no discernible melody, barely-audible lyrics, and just this heavy thumping vibration that rattles the god-damned windows of the house--well, dammit, enough is enough. My husband, bless his evil little black heart, gets out of bed & throws some clothes on and goes across the street and asks them to turn it off. Which they do, with this dirty little look; and then, half an hour later, they turn it *back* on as they leave, taking their sweet time about loading up the car & backing out of the driveway and pulling away down the street...stupid inconsiderate little punk-ass fuckers...people *are* trying to sleep...anyway.
I mean, really. *I* play my music far too loud in the car, I'm sure, especially on the highway; but I have the decency to turn it *down* when I get to the neighborhood. No one else wants to hear it, y'know? (shakes head) And I don't have it going late at night.
Some kids today...just so damned rude...
So I'm a little grouchy this morning. And on top of that, I have to cut checks at work. At my last job, we printed checks on a laser printer. Fast, efficient, painless, and *quiet*. But at *this* job, the Powers That Be are a bit phobic for one reason or another of laser checks and so we have these old dot-matrix continuous feed Okidata Microline 590's to deal with...my *god*, I swear that sound is worse than the dentist's drill. They make this horrible shrill squealing stuttering grinding noise...(shudders) Sets my teeth on edge. Plus the template in the computer is off so I have to keep stopping the printer & re-aligning the check stock because the print keeps jumping up a significant fraction of a line with each new form and no one seems to know how to fix it...(mutters & glares at Evil Archaic Printer)
There. I feel better...off to the ol' grindstone again... ^_^
I will never understand people who feel the need to show off the exorbitant sums they dump into their car audio systems and share their personal taste in music with the rest of the neighborhood.
Now, don't get me wrong--I'm all for loud music and heavy bass. But everything has its own time & place; and eleven o'clock at night in a residential neighborhood is *not* it for bone-jarring bass. These kids across the street...it looks like a houseful of high-school & college students; I don't know that I've ever seen a responsible adult-type over there; but...*gods*. They started up at ten last night, just sitting in the driveway with the stereo pumped up; and dammit, my two-year-old is in *bed*, trying to sleep, y'know? But hey, I was young once...okay technically I'm *still* young even if I don't particularly *feel* it...I can give 'em a little leeway. Free will & freedom of expression & all that, y'know. My husband agreed.
But when they're *still* fucking playing the shit at 11:30--no discernible melody, barely-audible lyrics, and just this heavy thumping vibration that rattles the god-damned windows of the house--well, dammit, enough is enough. My husband, bless his evil little black heart, gets out of bed & throws some clothes on and goes across the street and asks them to turn it off. Which they do, with this dirty little look; and then, half an hour later, they turn it *back* on as they leave, taking their sweet time about loading up the car & backing out of the driveway and pulling away down the street...stupid inconsiderate little punk-ass fuckers...people *are* trying to sleep...anyway.
I mean, really. *I* play my music far too loud in the car, I'm sure, especially on the highway; but I have the decency to turn it *down* when I get to the neighborhood. No one else wants to hear it, y'know? (shakes head) And I don't have it going late at night.
Some kids today...just so damned rude...
So I'm a little grouchy this morning. And on top of that, I have to cut checks at work. At my last job, we printed checks on a laser printer. Fast, efficient, painless, and *quiet*. But at *this* job, the Powers That Be are a bit phobic for one reason or another of laser checks and so we have these old dot-matrix continuous feed Okidata Microline 590's to deal with...my *god*, I swear that sound is worse than the dentist's drill. They make this horrible shrill squealing stuttering grinding noise...(shudders) Sets my teeth on edge. Plus the template in the computer is off so I have to keep stopping the printer & re-aligning the check stock because the print keeps jumping up a significant fraction of a line with each new form and no one seems to know how to fix it...(mutters & glares at Evil Archaic Printer)
There. I feel better...off to the ol' grindstone again... ^_^
