Fucking hell I have PTSD from getting what was supposed to be a fairly small extension done. Builder was nice and good but some of the goons he hired, my god.
They all were supposed to know that we were living there throughout the work being done, but first day, dirty great fucking footprints on our living room carpet (absolutely no need for them to go into the living room, just wanted to have a gander I suppose). And the electricians, what a pair of entitled, messy fuckheads.
I'm a tradesman by the way, involved in the past in building work, I would never dream of behaving how some of these plonkers did. Nothing malicious, just oblivious.
As you can probably tell, no, I’m not over it. Still demented.