Chest & Nuts Roasting On An Open Fire
I think one of the witches left the gates to Hades open because it is hotter than hell up in this piece. It’s normal for my office to be a little warm, what with the fifteen servers running all day and night in an enclosed space, but the entire office is on jungle mode because the heating system is on the fritz or something. It’s 101 degrees inside the server rack at the moment. My boss is showing up later and he’ll freak out if it’s still this warm in here.
If I had an actual window I could open it’d be fine, but all I’ve got are the two huge glass block ones. If I had something I could open to the outside I could probably leave it open all night long and it’d still be eighty degrees in here. And, stupid me, I wore one of the warmest sweaters I have today. Every surface in my office is giving off heat. Even my desk and the telephone receiver. I feel like I am on a starship sling-shotting through the center of a binary pulsar.
I’ve been busting my ass for the greater part of all day and no end seems to be in sight for everything I have yet to do. Luckily, there has been a minimum of drama today. I think the heat might be keeping the fat cows docile.
I just had a thought. I sweat my balls off at work every day and freeze them off every night at home. Is there some kind of poetic justice in the whole mess?
I went down to the Vietnam Museum cafe for lunch. The food was really bad. I had a cheese omelet and some hash browns that were completely uneatable. I’ve had the same meal there ten times before and it was never as disgusting as today. I started reading my copy of ’Godzilla On My Mind’ which was ok enough. Two little brats showed up with their father and fidgeted the whole time and then the sun came through the window and started roasting me. Woe is my existence, right?
It really sucks that I have to work Friday. Though it is a holiday for my own sanity, I am not bothering taking it off. I’ll just work till one like the email said and leave. If after that someone has a problem, they can kiss my rosy pink ass. My plan for the day is to do nothing, regardless of whether or not I am bogged down with work. If I am here merely to be "on call" for the fat cows and incompetents, then I shall be. And nothing else besides that.
I couldn’t even go to lunch today without getting a call halfway through it for something that could, and should, have waited until I got back. But, it’s always an ”emergency”. I am sure they got along without me before but I don’t see how the hell they are going to get along without me when I am gone. Whenever that fantasy becomes a reality for me. At this rate I’ll liquefy in about four hours from the heat.
I am starting to stink too. Charming.
If I had an actual window I could open it’d be fine, but all I’ve got are the two huge glass block ones. If I had something I could open to the outside I could probably leave it open all night long and it’d still be eighty degrees in here. And, stupid me, I wore one of the warmest sweaters I have today. Every surface in my office is giving off heat. Even my desk and the telephone receiver. I feel like I am on a starship sling-shotting through the center of a binary pulsar.
I’ve been busting my ass for the greater part of all day and no end seems to be in sight for everything I have yet to do. Luckily, there has been a minimum of drama today. I think the heat might be keeping the fat cows docile.
I just had a thought. I sweat my balls off at work every day and freeze them off every night at home. Is there some kind of poetic justice in the whole mess?
I went down to the Vietnam Museum cafe for lunch. The food was really bad. I had a cheese omelet and some hash browns that were completely uneatable. I’ve had the same meal there ten times before and it was never as disgusting as today. I started reading my copy of ’Godzilla On My Mind’ which was ok enough. Two little brats showed up with their father and fidgeted the whole time and then the sun came through the window and started roasting me. Woe is my existence, right?
It really sucks that I have to work Friday. Though it is a holiday for my own sanity, I am not bothering taking it off. I’ll just work till one like the email said and leave. If after that someone has a problem, they can kiss my rosy pink ass. My plan for the day is to do nothing, regardless of whether or not I am bogged down with work. If I am here merely to be "on call" for the fat cows and incompetents, then I shall be. And nothing else besides that.
I couldn’t even go to lunch today without getting a call halfway through it for something that could, and should, have waited until I got back. But, it’s always an ”emergency”. I am sure they got along without me before but I don’t see how the hell they are going to get along without me when I am gone. Whenever that fantasy becomes a reality for me. At this rate I’ll liquefy in about four hours from the heat.
I am starting to stink too. Charming.