At my office today, or rather directly above it, workers are installing carpet. The office is in an 1880s-era loft, with very little separating the banging above from my desk below. Add to that a slightly loosened support holding up the HVAC tubing that squeaks every time someone walks past the door (or, for example, pounds on the floor above with sledgehammers), and I'm thinking of jumping out the window.
A moment's reflection suggests tossing someone else out the window, of course, and since the someone in question has a large hammer, I will demur.
I sense a long lunch coming on...