I was surprised when the office at my apartment building announced that you were coming to fix my boiling hot floors. I was also concerned when the words "several days," "jackhammering concrete in your kitchen," and "don't worry, we'll put boards over the holes so you can walk" were mentioned.
But, let's be honest, here are things I was most concerned with:
1) The fact that this horrible concrete-jack-hammer extravaganza was to start at 8:30 in the a.m. For me, 8:30 a.m. is like Bigfoot: I know that there are rumors of its existence and many people actually claim to have seen it, but I'm still skeptical. And since I am no rancher or maker-of-donuts, I see no reason to find out.
2) The fact that you need to tear up my floor implies that you need to be able to find my floor. And THAT means that there will have to be cleaning involved.
AND 8:30 a.m.-ing?
Seriously Floor-Fixers, didn't they hold a Geneva convention about this at some point? I'm relatively sure that I voted for Barack Obama because he was AGAINST this sort of thing.
So thanks, pals, for creating a Guantanamo-Of-The-Soul in my apartment.