Sweaty Springtime Freshness

Oh it's gonna be a boob sweat filled day here in the holler ya'll. I can feel it. I hate to sound like a broken record (for you young folks, that's like a CD.. but not) but the gawd blessed air conditioning is borked all to hell again. I sat here with a hellacious headache, on the verge of pukeville, until four o'clock yesterday before I broke down and asked Bossman if they'd turned it off to save money or was it broken again.

"I noticed it was awfully warm in here," he said.

I gave him the "Golly gee.. YA THINK???" look and walked off.

Ya know, some days I get lonely and wish I had a man in my life. Then, I spend a few hours with the knuckle dragging neanderthals that I work with and I realize.. it's OKAY to be single.

(I know all men can't possibly be this clueless. The human race would have ceased to exist generations ago if that were the case. I'm just lucky to have found a whole lost tribe of some wittless sub species working together in one office. My apologies to the rest of you.)

Anywho, I'm not going to say anything else about the lack of air circulation. We sit here and sweat, sneeze and try not to kill each other all day, then when we say something about it, management first acts surprised that they hadn't noticed it was 258° in here, then they tell us to be thankful we don't work out in the plant.

Excuse me.. I didn't apply for a job out in the factory.. they make a couple dollars an hour more than we do in here AND they have bay doors open with ginormous, industrial fans circulating the air.

That's what I hate about this place. You see something broken and if you mention it, you're the bad guy. That training-cleaning-production improving program thingie last week? Encourages employees to identify problems so that they can be corrected.

This is a prime example of why that does not work.

Damn.. I'm gettin' all bitchy.

Oh and just for the record.. Me, Lulu and Thelma are all hormonally charged this week. So yeah.. there's already that lack of spring time freshness, compounded by the heat and humidity.

There may be casualties. Lord knows we all get along so well the rest of the time.

Ah well. I'd better get to work. If you don't see me on CNN, I'll see ya tomorrow. Or come by and say hi on Plurk, where I'll be checking in throughout the day.

It's Humpday ya'll. Hump it like beaver on crack.

Later Taters!