Neighbours and their idiot of a builder (and his equally idiotic workmen)... Their six week long non-essential building work that started halfway through *last August* is still nowhere near finished. Their incompetent, cowboy builder put a hole through a party wall in week 2 (when he decided to ‘test the wall strength’ by ‘hitting it with a mallet’) that is still unfixed as it was agreed that none of us trusted him not to manage to do it again, so we are waiting for all construction to finish before they pay for it fixing just in case he does it again. I’ve just come to the end of 7 weeks of teaching via zoom from home and on every single one of those days my partner had to go out midway through a lesson and ask the builders to stop yelling, going into our garden or randomly standing outside our front door, all of which could be heard in my pupils’ homes as background noise. We even found them putting all of their tools in our garden on one occasion, and on another they were standing in our garden just having a chat.
To top it off, they’ve moved their baby (over a year old now) back into their bedroom and put her cot against the wall that joins us. She’s clearly going through a teething period and will scream all night, poor thing. They leave her screaming right against our shared wall (so behind our heads) for up to half an hour each time before getting up to see to her. They have loud floorboards so we can always hear. We’ve been massively tolerant of it all, but having to commute an hour into work on Monday for a full day of in-person teaching on two hours of sleep due to them leaving their child screaming in her cot for hours on end with only minimal attempts to soothe her, to then discover the builders have been back and left mess everywhere every day, has really been the final straw. I’m dreading going to bed each night and then dreading coming home from school now that I’m back full-time teaching because there will be more mess to contend with.
why would I need to speak to his Mum twice a day? I dont even speak to my Mum that much
Sounds reasonable. Sending hugs, don't let it get to you. You've heard the YABBA YABBA more than enough for this week imo haha
Every time I ever take abuse or have to deal with an incident at work its ‘oohhh it’s always you. Like everything from a customer trying to commit suicide to me bring verbally abused. Like seriously a bit of concern wouldn’t go a miss. Makes me think what the hell I must have a face for dramas fffs. And if I ever dare to speak up voice concerns then it’s oooohhhh who rattled her cage sort of thing. Can not wait to get a new job it wasn’t like this in the last place I worked. We actually supported each other you know like normal people do 
