No idea how people labor outside in summer

As I pile into my minivan plus drive towards labor everyday, I swear at the sun gods plus ask how it can be so ungodly warm plus humid.

I basically wave my fist in the air plus curse the sun as it beats down on me.

For those twenty seconds that I’m walking in between the front door plus the car, I feel like I’m in hell. When I get into the car, it’s just as ungodly hot, except in a much more physically permanent way. The seat buckle is branded into my body as the warm metal makes contact through layers of clothing or straight on my bare skin. The motorcar seat burns my legs plus I squirm to get my butt off the skillet. I crank the Ac plus wait impatiently as the cool air begins to slowly flow towards me. It feels like a whisper at first, however eventually starts blowing against my warm chest just in time to give me serious dry coughing fits, and great, I suppose to myself, A/C is ruining my life plus so is the sun. When I get to work, everything is just as bad. The A/C in our office is cranked up high, plus I shiver all day long. I hate the amount of frosty air they pump into our tiny cement tablet room. I can’t rest how my fingers plus toes go numb plus my clothing gets stiff with dried sweat. On my way home at the end of the day, I see dozens of construction workers standing in the mid afternoon sun. That’s when it hits me – these people have been laboring in the sun all day long. While I bitch plus complain about the sunshine plus A/C levels, they’ve been perspiring in 100 degree heat. Maybe it’s time I get away from the new world for a minute.


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