Construction

There's a mortar machine running right outside our office. Seriously, its about eight feet from my desk chair. And I'm highly considering one of three options: hitting it with a sledgehammer, shooting it with a shotgun, or severly injuring myself to the point where I cannot be at work. Youtube cannot drown this out. My iPod is also insufficient. Podcasts aren't even making a dent. Josh is seeming to have better luck.

Grind, grind, grind. Screech. Oh, now something is backing up with that great beeping signal. Beep. Beep. Beep. On top of that, let's see how many times we can turn this construction vehicle thing on and off in a 20 minute window. Grind, grind, grind. Somethings wrong, squeak, squeak, squeak, grind some more. Clang, bang, clang, clomp. Let's drop some steel crap on more steel crap and make as much noise as possible. You know what make this day more productive? Hammering. Lots of 'pingy' hammering. It also seems that an electric saw has been found. Really, is it necessary to use all these tools in one day? Oo - it stopped. Oh nevermind, we're playing that game again: on, off, on, off. Because that way one sound doesn't fade into the background. There it is again, louder this time! I REALLY might loose my mind. Whmrrrrrrrrrrr.

My patience and motivation to accomplish work are suffering. Now its squeaking. Seriously?! Let me just bang my head against the wall some more. I may scream. Loudly.

Thank goodness I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and will only be subjected to this noise for four hours.