I just have had literally no privacy lately. For those that don’t know I live with my parents and work for my dad’s company. I moved in with them right when everything broke bad with covid because my mom was going through some health scares and I was just starting to go back to college. I have “my own place” in that it is mostly separate from the house and I have my own kitchen/bedroom/bathroom.

They’re doing a remodel at my place, and the rooms being remodeled are directly attached to my room/office. Like, they were ostensibly going to be focused on external stuff like the paneling and the balconies(? dunno what they are called. There’s an actual back balcony but the other rooms, like my bedroom/office has what’s effectively a railing attached to the doorway they you can lean out. I’ve heard them called Juliette balcony. Dunno if that’s a common term)

Anyway, a) I wasn’t told the remodel was happening until the dudes started work. b) the parents went on vacation the next day leaving me to handle all the operations of both the office and overseeing the remodel. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to when the guys show up and work. Like, they’ll show up one day and then skip the next three. I was in for a bit of a shock on monday when the dudes decided to show up early. I wasn’t expecting them At All that day, let alone at 7 am. And to make matters worse, they didn’t knock or anything. They just set their ladder up against the second floor door leading to my bedroom and just walked in through the second floor like some quirky neighbor in a 90s sitcom.

But yeah, with the additional work of handling the office by myself and either having to spend much of the day keeping an eye on other people or constantly feeling like I have to keep looking over my shoulder for fear someone will walk in on me writing. Like, even as I was writing this, one of the dudes walked in on me. They left hours ago! The dude just came back in like ‘hey man. I left my airpods’. Why don’t you knock!? You don’t have to come through the second floor window! It makes no sense! I have an actual front door with a doorbell and a functioning lock!

Anyway, It was supposed to take a few days but has taken a few weeks. They’re still working, and I cannot tell how much they’ve gotten done nor how much they have left. I’ve been working on comm pieces whenever I can find a quiet moment to try and make ends meet and I have a bunch of those to post here soon, but I really haven’t felt safe accessing this site or any of the sites I post stories on during the main hours of the day.