changing my will to hire a hitman

I am fucking livid. I go downstairs and a contractor came up from the basement and walked RIGHT BY ME - not wearing a mask.

I dropped what I was carrying and fled upstairs. And sent the housemate a furious text. Housemate comes upstairs - also not wearing a mask.

They didn't do anything because they didn't see it. I saw it before they did. They put up signs, what more do I expect.

So even though they live on the floor where the work is going on and the contractors are walking right by them to go outside, it's somehow MY job to know what's going on from my office on a completely different floor where I AM WORKING to come downstairs to enforce the fucking rules.

I've taken a dose of enovid and turned on the fans on my floor. When the workers are done for the day I will go downstairs - masked - open all the windows and turn the fan on. I will put up new signs on more doors to make sure every fucking surface is covered with instructions and put a fresh box of masks by the basement entrance for Monday. Then I will contact the bosses and reiterate once again, IF YOUR STAFF KILL ME OR MAKE ME TOO SICK TO WORK I WON'T BE ABLE TO PAY YOU.

Jesus FUCKING Christ, how is this so fucking hard that I'm apparently the only person in the house who can manage it.