Why love my neighbour?

For the past two weeks, a backhoe has been operating across the street at the Mackay center, where they are obviously doing renovations of some sort. Unfortunately, they are working on the weekends and the backhoe begins at 8 am and continues for most of the day.
I am fortunate, as my bedroom is in the back and I live in a basement. However, not everyone on the street is so blessed. Since the employees of the school are not here on weekends, they aren't woken up by this din and it seems that whoever contracted this work didn't consider the area residents. Perhaps we might not want to hear a backhoe on a weekend morning. They probably don't have to consult the area residents and so they didn't. They likely don't NEED to have the workers there on a weekend, but probably WANT the work done more quickly.

Last summer the smell of tar from their roof wafted into my living room for 2 weeks. They had to get it done by the time the students returned. Understandable. It also didn't make any noise, even if it did stink. However, this is an assault, and truly disgusting. No one complains about the lack of parking or the buses since everyone is aware of the school and its purpose. Unfortunately, they don't seem to have given us the same benefits. I don't care what kind of school they are. They are shitty neighbours, no better than the screaming couple, the lunkheads with bratty kids or the guys who have all night parties. For what it's worth, and I doubt it will do any good, I plan to give these good people a phone call on Monday and inquire as to the status of their renovations.