Slowly going crazy: What started as a annnoyed has proceeded right past vexed, lingered over frustrated and is now approaching pissed. Why oh why, mister maintenance man must you set the pressure washer right outside my office window, for the entire three hour courtyard-cleaning process? The windows at the other end of the courtyard are for empty offices. Couldn't you take your "License to Thrill" t-shirt-wearing ass down there? Just for a while?
Upside: No more goose shit in the courtyard.