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Case of the Mondays
July 17, 2006 6:10 PM
o, I woke up this morning after not getting nearly enough sleep last night. I needed something on the order of 14 or so hours and got only 7. Oh well. I immediately had the feeling that it was going to be a shitty day. I took a shower, put my suit on, headed out the door. GodDAMN, it was humid today. Not super-hot, just humid. And this is at, like, 8:45am. So god knows where it's going to go from there.
I got in my car and drove to work. I love my job, but dreaded it today for some reason. Mondays, man. I got there, and realized I had some work to finish up from Friday. I got right on that, got a few new assignments, took care of them and - next thing you know - it's lunch time. I once again braved the humidity, this time with added 90-degree heat, to go across the street to get some food. I got a sandwhich, which was extremely satisfying.
Then I came back to the office, did some more work, and the day was over.
All in all, it was an awesome day, not a horrible one. Except for that fucking heat/humidity combination. Being from the Southern Arizona desert, heat isn't something that scares me. What scares me is this humidity shit, with which I have no prior experience.
So, Monday's over, but the rest of the week still looms, unfortunately.


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Apparently my reading ability is not what it once was. When the page loaded, my first reaction was "Case of the Monkeys"? This ought to be good...
I know what you mean though. Walking across the parking lot between the DA's office and the courthouse today required some canteens and a backpack of supplies in case we needed to setup camp and wait out the sun.
Yeah, today was mukky, that's the best adjective. As an added bonus, I went and ran at the SERF. I don't know if you know this, but that place doesn't have AC. No, it's just got big, useless fans. And some asshole who was on one of the stationary bikes there took the liberty of pointing the fan directly at him because, apparently, he was the only one who was hot. Needless to say, I wanted to kill him.
I second annoying people at the SERF today. I went this morning and someone on the machine next to me thought it ok to DRENCH herself in a body spray of some sort before working out. I didn't know which one was worse, the heat or the smell of fake apples as I tried to work out. Damn.
I have a mile-long walk to work every day with basically no shade. So this morning I got to the office wearing a tank top, a skirt and flip flops, with a cardigan, shoes and nylons in my tote bag. Before I had time to get in the bathroom and make myself appropriate, I ran into one of the partners, who kind of looked me over and said "I don't know if it's ever that hot out." I found a copy of the dress code on my desk an hour later. Awesome.
Passive aggressive, faceless enforcement. Oh, and completely unnecessary.
Agreed. That's complete bullshit, and completely unnecessary. I hate those kinds of shennanigans. That's the kind of stuff you'd hope would end once you start to deal with reasonable, intelligent adults. Guess not.