Across the road from my workplace workers are re-shingling the roof, and the non-melodic thwacks! and pings! of the nailers are really breaking my...what?
Breaking my concen....what? (thwack!)
Earlier I went to the bathroom, flushed and looked out the window to see a construction worker having his morning mug and a cigarette on the roof. We waved - after all, don't you feel more comfortable being friendly to someone whose seen you whip your pants up?
It's a gorgeous day outside, damn it, and I'm not home to plant seeds or paint the livingroom or...cripes, anything. Can't it rain while I'm working???
Work is implementing a new computer system, so the week is rushed and crazy and tempers are high. Fun to be here. (thwack! ping!)