Alamak... All the knocking & thumping is aggravating my headache to unimaginable extent... It's like slowly being skinned alive. Goodness... Someone go STOP all those construction uncles from their tearing down & building up routine!!! We want NO new buildings, NO fanciful structures, NO high-tech labs, NO NOTHING!!
Just about 150m away, those uncles & their monstrous equipment-cranes are pounding the ground like mad, sending slivers of rock & mushroom-mountains of dust flying here, there & everywhere. Every other millisecond, they'd pound and the whole ground will shiver & shake, and scary tremors will radiate all the way up to the 2nd & even 3rd floor of nearby buildings where I'm now holed up trying to clear work... I'm starting to fear for my life. The only consolation is that I think my insurance covers 'accidental deaths due to building collapse'... Hallelujah.
On top of all the air (dust, rock, soil) & noise (thumping, knocking) pollution, the ultimate icing-on-cake that could possibly come along (& is happening right now) is an over-enthusiastic fellow colleague yakking away on the phone, in super-loud, super-animated & super-fast-speed tones in dialect, trying to be heard amidst all the din. God save the world. I can literally feel the veins by the side of my head furiously throbbing and all ready to burst & spill blood.
Move your a** & get out, you'd say. But I can't. I've got a few more meetings to clear today & so I'm stuck, and can only whine & curse, and curse & whine somemore.
It had better be a superb building. Otherwise, all these suffering would have been in vain.
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