Like Everyone Else

They’re remodeling my building, or rather they are rehabbing my building or even more specifically they are blasting out the front of the building and building some access into the place. Yes access so essentially this is my fault, as usual—jack hammers and sledge hammers bounding and breaking concrete and steps—today the workers are actually pulling out the wheelchair lift which initially served the building since the place was built without wheelchair access—unless one circles round the back of the building and comes in under the underground parking. The lift they are pulling out looks as if it was an afterthought—to make the building accessible to beat some kind of requirement . I bet it was federal since the FBI I located in this building and obviously it was all just decoration since the lift looks as if it has not worked since the turn of the century. Since the agency I work with is fairly new in this building and very sensitive to how they appear to the public and now since I have come on board—a guy in a wheelchair, working every day in the building and I need access they building owners are having to comply with all access codes and they could just put a new lift in the place of the decrepit one but have decided to go the extra mile and build a ramp to give the building direct access so I and others will  not have to risk life and limb coming and going. So all morning we have been serenaded by what sounds like machinegun fire, as the hydraulic  drills eat away at the old concrete and steel. I should have to deal with the death roll for two to three weeks till the workers can get basic front access completed and I will be able to use the front access like everyone else.