Why?

Why, oh why, did I ever get the idea of getting a new kitchen? For four long weeks I've been listening to the carpenters sawing, hammering, drilling and whatever else noises you can imagine and last Thursday was supposed to be the happy day.
Another Thursday came and went -- and the kitchen still is not finished yet ...
I feel like running amok, if I have to spend another day without a kitchen sink and cooktop ...

You all think that if I play the Ice Man's Go Away to greet them, the kitchen guys get the message?
Or, maybe Mitty Collier's Gotta Get Away From It All I know one thing for sure, however: If this isn't over soon, I'm Going Away -- away to stay!

(... used to be a perfectly working kitchen!)