It’s yet another Monday. I’m not excited, how about you?
Overall, the weekend was ok. It was FUCKING HOT, and I’m happy I did my workout when I did.
Even that was probably too warm for that type of activity. However, since I’d already dragged 50 lbs of weights outside, I was determined to finish what I started. And while I wanted to quit a few times, it was due more to the way the heat affected my phone, making my workout app hiccup. I rewarded myself with a shower and a Dr. Pepper. My shoulders are a bit stiff today, and I expect the rest of my body will join the pity party by the end of the day.
I took a quick inventory of what’s in the house for food yesterday afternoon. When it comes to foodstuffs, I’m ok. There’s a load of yogurt in the fridge, a lot of chicken in the freezer. I took $40 from the money bucket, headed out to the grocery store, and was back home pretty quickly. Those blissful 30 minutes in the grocery store were the most comfortable of the day. The rest of the day was spectacularly muggy. I fell asleep on my back, my limbs spread out like some pale, dead starfish.
Unfortunately, it’s still FUCKING HOT. It’s already well into the realm of “this isn’t nice” and quickly heading towards “I don’t want to wear clothes”. Between the heat and the humidity, it’s supposed to feel like Satan’s asshole out there this afternoon.
Once again, I’m not sure which pharmacist will be at work today. The pharmacy itself will be too warm. The AC system at work is ancient and sucks beyond belief. There’s no ducts for it in the back room or the pharmacy, only the front part of the store. When the security gates are in place, the pharmacy has no airflow at all. We can’t turn off the computers, so the hot air just builds up. Then, if you factor in the back room’s heat sharing a wall with the pharmacy, the pharmacy just bakes.
I’ll probably hear some type of complaint about the ambient temps being out of range all weekend. Obviously, I should have been able to do something to control either the weather or the airflow. It must be one of Hermit Girl’s secret powers.
But once the day is over, complaints and all, it’s over. I’ll come home and make myself something yummy for dinner, and settle in for some Netflix before I call Shawshank for our nightly call.
Let the week begin.
