I work in a small building that looks like a dentist's office because, well, there's at least two dentists' offices in it, as well as the little software company that I'm now working for. Over the last 2 weeks or so, the roof has been in the process of being reshingled, which has been fun on many levels. We've had to dodge falling pieces of roof while getting from the building through the parking lot, as well as listen to the pneumatic hammers hissing and popping outside our 2nd floor window.

The culmination of this fun had to be earlier on this week, when it sounded like they were dropping 50 pound bags of cement mix onto the roof directly above our heads. Repeatedly. I'm not quite sure what they were doing, but it was loud and scary. I'll be happy when they're gone. It's hard enough to concentrate at work, harder still when you have to worry about some toolbelt-wearin' yahoo crashing through the ceiling and into your lap.