HOT

Goddamn it was hot at work today. The cubical walls melted and my monitor was sweating. While it was a comfy 70-degrees outside, it was close to 95-degrees inside. Where was the fucking air-conditioning? This isn’t funny. Yesterday, I left work with my clothes saturated from salty sweat. I figured the building ops personnel would flip the switch on the AC after yesterday’s blazing inferno of a pre-summer day. What are those syphilis sucking shitheads waiting for? I don’t care if summer doesn’t official start until mid-June. Turn on the goddamn AC before I start hallucinating from heat stroke. Don’t think I won’t hallucinate myself a rocket launcher for obliterating this obscenity of comfort. Got that, mutherfuckers?

Luckily tomorrow is the annual work unit baseball outing, so I won’t be stuck in that inhumane sweltering cesspit of a cubicle. Instead I’ll be camped out in the left field stands at Coors Field, rubbing elbows with the bid boss dudes (note to self: disinfect elbows after tomorrow’s game).
...and so it was written, shenry at 5/28/2003 06:42:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .