Icky Boys and Their Icky Noises
I am putting a question out there and hopefully I get some kind of an answer. What the hell is up with you men and your noises??? Here I sit in my office and there are guys putting in a new duct system in the ceiling and OMG it sounds like either a porn studio has moved in or someone really needs a laxative!!!!
I am on day 2 of not smoking and thankfully I have not ripped anyone’s head off yet, but let me tell you I am getting closer. I started off my day coming in an hour early so that I can let the workers into my office. But wouldn’t you know it they were over an hour late! In my mind there goes head number one for the day.
Then they come in and first thing they do is turn on the air conditioner so that they are comfortable working all day. It is a whopping 46 degrees outside, turn the freaking a/c off!!!! The whole time I am sitting at my desk wrapped up in Tooters pink princess fleece blanket. I look like a pink Eskimo that ran away from Disneyland, not the look I was really going for today. There goes head number two.
They finally get to work and the banging, the drills, and God only knows what other tools they are using to make all that noise is enough to make you go deaf. Every time they move around in the ceiling I inhale a little more dust and fiberglass insulation, at this point smoking sounds safer to me. There goes head number three.
To top it all off the two guys that are working, going up and down the ladder are making noises that I just should not be hearing unless I am married to it. I do not even date so noises like this should stay at their home and not invade my peaceful office. Let me enlighten you. First there was the grunting. I thought maybe one of them got stuck so I stood at the bottom of the ladder and called up to see if they were ok. Of course the one grunting is just fine and just laughed at me. Head number four. Tomorrow I am bringing him a Dulcolax and leaving it on top of the ladder as a hint.
About an hour later both are working on the same duct and all I hear is this ear piercing whistling, if he was whistling a tune only the dogs knew what it was. Then the porn noises start. “Ugh ugh ugh, oh yea right there now push it push it. OMG right there stop don’t move, oh yea!” Now if you were sitting in my seat listening to these kinds of things your mind would wander too. Admit it, it sounds dirty huh? I am so sick of hearing this I could scream and for that there goes heads five and six.
To top it all off everyone in the office, except for me, has laptops and have chosen to work from home. Then I find out that the two-day job has just turned into 2 weeks. God help me through this without to much carnage. How am I to stay sane and calm listening to this? So this brings me back to my original question, must men make such nasty noises when they work? Is it a macho thing, or does it really help tighten that screw just a little bit more? Heck just for the fun of it there goes head number seven, it’s a lucky number, I just do not know for who right now.