Today was pretty typical for a Thursday. Too bad it was actually a Wednesday.
Workers spent the entire day outside our windows, mostly one floor up or one floor down. For the longest time, I was convinced they were window washers, but by the end of the day, when I actually got glimpse of their very shaky-looking scaffolding, I saw bricks and broken-up concrete, so they may have been doing some kind of refacing or demolition for all I know. All I do know is, they were very noisy, and it felt like we were working on top of a jackhammer all day. Or, as a coworker suggested, like we were Doozers in Fraggle Rock. (I never saw the show growing up — we didn’t have cable until only fairly recently — but I got the reference. And felt immediately old when a younger coworker of ours didn’t, at all.) Hopefully, they’ll be done — or higher up where we can’t hear them — by tomorrow.
Which is, what, Friday, right? No? Rats.