Accoustic Noise
Busy as a beaver these past few weeks bulldozing through the red tape and lax habits of the locals. Show them that you really need to get something done, and the folks relax even more. Don’t ever show impatience in the checkout line. Or let the car in front of you know you're about to pass him. It's the way it is.
I'm off to the great red white and blue north tomorrow for a few days of business. Today was a typical "oops I'll have to fix that now" day.
I hate those white acoustic ceiling tiles and I had a ceiling full of them. As my shop is going for 'sort-of' an industrial edge, I removed them to expose the roof. I planned to drape black see-through material from the remaining frames to deflect the eye, or if you wind up looking up, extend even further the already 20-foot height. It's at least thirty feet at the peak.
Today the guys came in to hang the material (turns out to be dark green, there is no black left in the country to do the job for under a thousand dollars material cost. The green was $250). I was only supposed to be there for a couple of hours to get them started and to have a meeting with the accountant. Then all kinds of people showed up at the same time. Furniture delivery, loss prevention guys from Sensormatic, the bag people (the kind that make the bags), as well as the accountant and a salesman wanting to make my store sign.
Then it started to rain. Hard. We get rain here. It's started a little early this year, and it's only every other day so far instead of every damned single day, but it's rain and it's here and it ain't leaving until September. Turns out we have a tin roof, or corrugated steel or something, and it's loud when it rains. Really loud.
There were at least three conversations going on at the same time, and I was barely aware of the one I was having. I excused myself and walked next door to another store in the same building. It was quiet. You could hear the rain, but it was distant and I had no trouble talking to the sales girl. I walked back to my store and entered white noise. I had to shout to call the contractor down from the ceiling as we could barely hear each other.
I'm at home now where I should be finishing up an order instead of blogging before I fly out tomorrow. Somebody else is at the store watching the contractors as they reinstall the tiles and re-hang the material that will cover it. Shoulda' just painted the damned things.
