For the last week at the day job there has been some redecorating going on. With redecorating comes workmen, and not the kind of workmen you’d prefer to see for eight to nine hours a day.
None of the guys look like this.
The bothersome thing was they seemed oblivious to the fact that they were working in occupied space. They had no qualms about shouting to each other from across the suite. They took heavy piles of carpet tiles and dropped them to the floor instead of placing them. They huddled around the glue-drying fan and had conversations at a level that had to exceed the already loud noise of the fan, with no regard to the fact that people like me had to concentrate on our jobs too. Then there came that point where I just had to leave, as in leave the building ~ I got a straight-on view of a giant plumber’s butt. All of the noise and chaos distracted me so much I could barely do my job, but I had to draw the line when there was a bad moon on the rise at 1:00 in the afternoon.
So appropriate is a phrase from the early ’80s…gag me with a spoon!
I really hope today is less cheeky, in all senses of the word.
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