The new floors now cover the entire hallway at work. It's horrible. And the smell is choking me.
But anyway, the real story. I got here this morning, unlocked and opened my door and slammed it back against the wall so it would catch on the little doorstop hookie thing. Well, the doorstop hookie thing was missing but it was early and I hadn't had my coffee yet, so this didn't occur to me for about 30 or 40 seconds. On most days, it takes a couple of tries to get it latched.
After a bit, I realized that something was wrong because the door just wasn't catching. I finally looked down and saw the problem. Perfect. So I called the project manager, told him my doorstop hookie thing was missing and he said he'd send someone over.
An hour later, A Construction Dude came over. Complete with facial hair. And a tool belt. I gave him a hard time about the floors. He assured me it was the night crew. He said he wouldn't do something so mean as to change out the floors without asking me. I may have laughed too loudly. And tossed my hair.
I fear I have become one of those women.