In order for this post to make any sense, you must understand one thing... I am the world's hottest-natured person. I can't stand heat. It drives me up the wall, makes me buggy... just ask my family. When the temperatures climb into the triple digits here in Texas, I just come home from work, take a cold shower, and hide in the dark bedroom in front of a roaring fan for the entire evening. I don't do heat.
So, we're in the middle of this heat wave in Texas-- one that has me, once again, contemplating moving to another part of the US. It's been 11 straight days of over 100 degree temps. We canceled a trip to Six Flags last weekend because the high was supposed to be 107 degrees, with a heat index of 112!
And what am I wearing in my cubicle at work? A HOODIE! They have the air conditioning running so high in this portion of the building that we are all just freezing! I work in a large room that was made of out converted cubicle space. In other words, this area was not originally designed as an enclosed room, and the A/C has never been "redesigned" for the change. So, in order to make it remotely hospitable for other cubicle denizens, some of whom are yards and yards and yards (meters and meters and meters) away.... our room is turned into a reefer, a meat locker, a WALK-IN REFRIGERATOR.
It's surreal. I am normally the last person to complain about a nice, cool room, but this is too much. It's 102 degrees outside right now, and I'm drinking hot tea and shivering in my light wool hoodie. And, in a little over 3 hours, I will walk out into an absolute oven to climb in my overbaked coche, to drive home in heat so oppressive that it starts to put me to sleep during the drive..
I tell ya... a guy can't win for losing. Oh, to have a sailboat and go cruising with my beautiful wife, leaving work and cares behind...... someday!
So, we're in the middle of this heat wave in Texas-- one that has me, once again, contemplating moving to another part of the US. It's been 11 straight days of over 100 degree temps. We canceled a trip to Six Flags last weekend because the high was supposed to be 107 degrees, with a heat index of 112!
And what am I wearing in my cubicle at work? A HOODIE! They have the air conditioning running so high in this portion of the building that we are all just freezing! I work in a large room that was made of out converted cubicle space. In other words, this area was not originally designed as an enclosed room, and the A/C has never been "redesigned" for the change. So, in order to make it remotely hospitable for other cubicle denizens, some of whom are yards and yards and yards (meters and meters and meters) away.... our room is turned into a reefer, a meat locker, a WALK-IN REFRIGERATOR.
It's surreal. I am normally the last person to complain about a nice, cool room, but this is too much. It's 102 degrees outside right now, and I'm drinking hot tea and shivering in my light wool hoodie. And, in a little over 3 hours, I will walk out into an absolute oven to climb in my overbaked coche, to drive home in heat so oppressive that it starts to put me to sleep during the drive..
I tell ya... a guy can't win for losing. Oh, to have a sailboat and go cruising with my beautiful wife, leaving work and cares behind...... someday!
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