The paranoid part of me is kicking in. I think I'm the subject of some twisted psychology experiment. Last week they kept weed eaters and lawn mowers going outside my office all day. Today, it's an air compressor. Sure, it looks like they are putting new shingles on the building next door, but I don't buy it for a second. They are just trying to see how much I can take before I run out the door screaming.