As I write this, I have earbuds in my ears and I have air traffic control headphones on over my earbuds. Am I at an airport directing planes to their gates? FALSE. I am sitting at my desk in my office. While 20 construction workers are literally drilling into the wall outside my window. I can see them. In fact, last week, one of them was texting and I could actually read the words in his text. That’s how close they are. One guy left his iced coffee right outside my coworker’s window yesterday and she almost grabbed it for herself.
Was this construction completely unplanned? No. But does that make it any better? ALSO NO. I did not know when I started working at this non-profit in a seminary that I would be dealing with asbestos warnings posted in the lobby. Nor did I know that I would be learning the very important skill of typing on a keyboard that literally vibrates from a drill as I type. So exciting. I’ve never been within centimeters of a blowtorch before. How enthralling. This is all very thick sarcasm. In case you didn’t catch that.
The access to the elevator on our floor has been cut off for 6 weeks and counting. The original warning email they sent said that “work will proceed in the hallway on Wednesday June 7th.” It went on to say that the elevators would not stop on our floor “while this work is in progress.” At first skim, it looks like it will only be for one day. June 7th. Well here I am on July 20th, and there is no sign of it being finished anytime soon. Now, I know I am a fitness instructor and that these stairs should not be a problem. I take the elevator to another floor, then go up a flight. But after teaching 4 spin classes in 2 days, that single flight of stairs may as well be the Mayan ruins. And the last thing I want to do is three flights of stairs every time I have to use the restroom. I almost cut down on my coffee consumption for this reason. ALMOST.
Speaking of teaching fitness classes, I change clothes at work 3-4 time/week to teach at the gym. Sometimes when I am running late, I use our empty conference room as a changing room. I always make sure the door is locked. But of course I sometimes forget that there are now men scaling the exterior walls of the building. Two weeks ago, one of those men got more than he bargained for while walking outside the conference room on newly-erected scaffolding. No pun intended. Good thing they wear harnesses.
The stairs are not even the tip of the iceberg. There is smoke. A lot of it. Here is an actual excerpt of an email I sent the head of Facilities Management:
There is quite a bit of smoke throughout the hallways. It is visible to the eye, it looks like it’s foggy. Also, the fact that the people doing the work are wearing welding masks, and keep walking through the halls, and yet nothing has been done to protect the people working here for 9 hours each day is alarming.
They have repeatedly told us that it is “not dangerous,” but I can’t help but wonder why the workers are wearing masks. And a girl who works on my floor and is pregnant has started to take an alternative stairwell to avoid the smoke. For now, there’s not much I can do, and from what they tell us, it’s only going to get worse. They have barely even broken ground on the new building yet! This is just “prep work.” Kill me. Since I am here for the long haul, I guess I need to get used to wearing air traffic control headgear to the office, and try to be optimistic.
Here are a few positives I can glean from this experience:
- I know how to work a blowtorch, simply from my extensive observation.
- My calves are lookin’ GREAT from all the stairs.
- There’s never a dull moment. The people walking by my office are always carrying fun things: steel beams, piping, insulation, etc. Sometimes all three!
- I like to think I make some of these guys’ days when they accidentally see me in various stages of undress.
- If I die from asbestos, I can tell my mom to stop worrying about liver cirrhosis from my drinking.
- I never have to answer the phone; I can’t hear it ring!
- There are a lot of cute guys walking around the building. The rabbis weren’t cutting it.
- It makes me more thankful that I have air conditioning, looking at the guys outside sweating (even though we have been instructed not to use the AC on certain days when welding fumes from the scaffolding will be “too intense”).
If you need me, comment below, and don’t call as I will not be able to hear the phone! I’m well on my way to Career #5: Air traffic controller.
