After the cost and delay of our room annex project, the thing that’s disturbed us the most is the trash. OK, dust ranks up there, but we expected it. What we didn’t expect was that nobody who has come to our house has felt the slightest need to clean up after themselves. The only guy who cleans up is the one who shows up in response to our complaints about the trash, and he doesn’t do a particularly good job of it. Old insulation lays where it falls. Spills of caulk, wall mud (I don’t know the technical term, sorry), concrete stay where it falls. You know somebody’s been there working by the pile of trash left behind. Soda cups from fast food places remain until we throw them away. Sometimes it seems like the workmen go out of there way to make a mess, and then ignore it. And it’s not like they’re working late and don’t have time to clean up; it’s simply beneath them. If the construction was self contained, it would be one thing. But we have to live in the other half of the room. Maybe next time, we’ll stipulate women workers and see if they are any better.