Dust drives me nuts. I often spend hours on the weekend with my vacuum in tow on the hunt for hidden piles of dust in my house. A few years ago my wife bought me a top-of-the-line Miele vacuum for my birthday. I ripped it out of the box like a little kid on Christmas Day, eager to fire it up and take it for spin. It was the best present ever.
So you can imagine how torturous it was to have my kitchen remodeled recently. Every day I would return home to find my floors and furniture covered in a fine layer of construction dust. It got so bad that I called up my general contractor and threatened to fire her if she didn't tell her workers to be more careful. She said she would take care of the problem, but she didn't. I kept calling, and she kept ignoring me. She knew I didn't have the guts to fire her and bring in a whole new team of workers. I controlled the purse strings, but she controlled the relationship.