It's been SO FREAKING HOT for the last week or so. Today I thought I was going to die. At about 7:30am. That's sad.
I have nothing against work. Or getting hours. But when the humidex bumps the temp up to 41 degrees Celcius, and all I have to do is sit in my car, that's freaking ridic. Especially if you add PMS to the equation.
It's not bad when you actually have work to do. But as awesome as it is to get paid $14/hr to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, doing it in a car in 41 degree heat SUCKS.
So I definitely pretty much told Glen I was going home.
I took a grade for K/Carl at 1:30 and he was like "Come back in about an hour."
I blew up. I was like, "If Glen says it's okay, I'm going home, and you can get your lazy butt out of your air conditioned machine and take one grade per hour."
Glen got there, and I said "It's too bloody hot, and I have PMS. Can I go home?"
He said yes.
So I'm home, I'm clean, and I'm going to buy Hanson. Maybe they'll make me feel better.
Heatstroke/exhaustion is not sexy. My goal is to avoid both.
1 comment:
you are hilarious. i feel you on the heat stroke. i am so nauseous right now. it blows! i am all for summer and warmth but when its like this its ridic. i am so with you right now on both the heat and the pms! what a joyous combination, especially with nausea in the mix.
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