At 7.17am this morning, I was lazing in bed, scrolling at the morning news on my iPhone, enjoying the warmth of my doona – In any case, just doing my thang.
Out of no-where, as is usually the case, comes the sound that pierces my ear drums.
‘Evacuate the building – whooooo woooo’.
The f***in fire alarm is going off (on?) again. Yeah, cheers for that.
I’d be more surprised if the fire alarm doesn’t go off quite frankly. It’s been like a dozen or more times already this past month. This is obviously a serious issue, as residents are becoming complacent about the fire and emergency evacuation procedures – Let’s hope we don’t have some crazy ass fire . No, burnt Rye toast does not count.
Look here Mode 3 Body Corporate. I’ve been living in the middle of the Cross (Darlinghurst Road, Sydney) for years. I’ll admit I’m used to living in close quarters with people and their sex noises, crazy muther f***in arguments, junkies going nuts and even the ‘bridge n tunnel’ party crowd on weekends.
The Mode 3 constant fire alarms are super noisy, inconvenient and making me madddddddddd…
Worse still. The emotional toll my on my neighbours, who are otherwise subjected to the joyous experience at seeing me first thing in the a.m. I’m all uncontained braless boobs, morning breath, knotty birds nest hair.
I’ll at least say sorry to the building residents of mode 3 who I’m becoming pretttty up close and personal with. I guess you could say we are all becoming more than just friends on the pavement outside – (nearly every morning.) Don’t sue me for emotional distress – although, I’d recommend that maybe Mode 3 Body Corporate might consider their legal responsibilities, and possibly keep one eye open for legal action headed their way. Just sayin.
So yeah, like after a cranky round of emails to the Body Corporate this morning, nothing has been resolved, but at least I’ve had my rant, I guess.
Here it is again. ^
Give me loud, love making noises any day.
Love you Braddon, (Brads? What’s the lingo?) even though you’re making me a ranty Canberran.
*Sorry, not sorry.
xox
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