It's Getting Hottt Outtt Therrre
It’s downright tropical outside today – 95 degrees, high humidity. Makes me feel like I’m in Florida. (Only I’m stuck at work and not at Disney World. But otherwise it feels like Florida.)
The heat and humidity seem to bring out the worst in people around here – they deal with seasonal weather all year, and for the most part they don’t go bonkers when it’s cold outside, but when it turns hot and sticky? Look out – their bad moon rises. (It’s also a full moon, which isn’t helping anything.)
I had to work at Rhymes with Rarnes and Zoble last night, and people were just nasty. One rather copious woman was hacked that the “4 ingredients or less” cookbook that she saw in our store last winter was no longer available, and she whined loudly for a good half hour about it. Sorry, Queen Tubby – books change. If you saw it then, you should’ve bought it then. (I wonder if her preferred 4 ingredients were chocolate, butter, lard, and double-stuff Oreos.) I tried to smile as she bitched and moaned, but all I could think was “STFU already.” Yeah, even ol’ Tommy was feeling a little owly from the heat.
In my full time world we’re once again battling Skippy Whitebread. They’ve reduced our staff by 66% in our group (thank you, right-sizing!), but they still expect the 3 of us remaining writers to kick out the work that 9 of us used to do. Well, it ain’t happening. We’re doing our best, but that’s all we can do. If Skippy would get out of the occasional meeting and help us out (he’s regularly scheduled for meetings 30 – 32 hours a week. No joke.), perhaps it’d help. See what working for a bureaucrat gets you? He’s mighty good at talking about work, but lousy at actually doing any.
I’m hoping for a brief cool down, but the weather Gods have said nay-nay to that. Still, it could be worse. I’d rather have it hot and sticky than 40 below zero and freezing rain any day. So I’ll quit my belly aching about that.
Time for a nice iced tea and maybe a few minutes in front of the fan.
The heat and humidity seem to bring out the worst in people around here – they deal with seasonal weather all year, and for the most part they don’t go bonkers when it’s cold outside, but when it turns hot and sticky? Look out – their bad moon rises. (It’s also a full moon, which isn’t helping anything.)
I had to work at Rhymes with Rarnes and Zoble last night, and people were just nasty. One rather copious woman was hacked that the “4 ingredients or less” cookbook that she saw in our store last winter was no longer available, and she whined loudly for a good half hour about it. Sorry, Queen Tubby – books change. If you saw it then, you should’ve bought it then. (I wonder if her preferred 4 ingredients were chocolate, butter, lard, and double-stuff Oreos.) I tried to smile as she bitched and moaned, but all I could think was “STFU already.” Yeah, even ol’ Tommy was feeling a little owly from the heat.
In my full time world we’re once again battling Skippy Whitebread. They’ve reduced our staff by 66% in our group (thank you, right-sizing!), but they still expect the 3 of us remaining writers to kick out the work that 9 of us used to do. Well, it ain’t happening. We’re doing our best, but that’s all we can do. If Skippy would get out of the occasional meeting and help us out (he’s regularly scheduled for meetings 30 – 32 hours a week. No joke.), perhaps it’d help. See what working for a bureaucrat gets you? He’s mighty good at talking about work, but lousy at actually doing any.
I’m hoping for a brief cool down, but the weather Gods have said nay-nay to that. Still, it could be worse. I’d rather have it hot and sticky than 40 below zero and freezing rain any day. So I’ll quit my belly aching about that.
Time for a nice iced tea and maybe a few minutes in front of the fan.
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11:32 AM
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