Plaster Bastard

I'm trying to redecorate my kitchen (along with the rest of my house). Unfortunately the ceiling is on its last legs so last week I arranged for plasterers to come to re-plaster the place. Unfortunately, I was working on Monday and then I had arrangements of a beery nature in the evening so I ended up half-pissed and knackered at 2:30am removing all the stuff from my kitchen so that the plasterers could get in to do their work the next day. Very little sleep that night as I had to work the next day also.
Having arranged for somebody to be in the house to let the work guys in I went off to work.
The plasterers never turned up. Not only did they not turn up but they didn't phone to say they weren't turning up until 2pm that afternoon. Bastards. So it was re-arranged for this week.
Once again I removed all the crap from my kitchen. This morning I did the final check before going to work. I missed the binmen last week so I had a bin bag next to the bin that I had to get rid of ( can't put it outside until bin-day as the squirrels party hard in it). Being clumsy I knocked and split the bag resulting in week old stinky-bin-bag-ooze spilling over the kitchen floor. Eeeeewww. Smells like a month-old murder. Dumped it in next door's bin (ha ha) but even after cleaning up and giving it a going over with practically neat Flash it still smells like a month old murder that somebody tried to hide with Flash. Ewww.
So off to work I go.
When I get home I find that the plasterers have been. They haven't done any actual plastering - they "only came to measure up".

Bastards

. Am I a joke to them? Did I somehow piss them off? I have every door and window in the house open but it still smells like I hosted a camel sleep-in.

Bastards