Chapter 6
Jeffee and the Jackhammer
Whenever you think it can't get worse it will. Just about the time my infected finger was healing from the move caused by me opening and closing and packing all of our stuff from one building to another in boxes along comes another big irritation at our new building.
You haven't really suffered until you are working in an office on the first floor and the construction crew in the basement directly under your office is using a jackhammer morning noon and afternoon for weeks blasting cement, concrete, who the hell knows what in the basement to make it into new offices.
Of course nobody gives a crap about us up on the first floor so like the proverbial mushrooms in the back of the cave we been fed poop, kept in the dark and have no idea about anything connected with the construction in the basement. I do know neither safety nor anybody else came by with a decibel meter to see how loud the noise was and possibly causing injury to the health of the people working above the jackhammer.
I am really sick and tired of working for people that don't give a crap about their workers and give a crap about some damn offices being built in the basement for people who never even worked in there and never had the pleasure of listening to the jackhammer that created their offices. Isn't life fair?? Hell no!!