No idea how people work outside in summer
As I pile into my minivan plus drive towards work everyday, I swear at the sun gods plus ask how it can be so ungodly tepid 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 tepid metal makes contact through layers of clothing or straight on my bare skin. The automobile 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, but eventually starts blowing against my sweaty chest just in time to provide me drastic dry coughing fits, then great, I know 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 morning long. I hate the amount of cold air they pump into our tiny tile computer room. I can’t stand how my fingers plus toes go numb plus my clothing gets stiff with dried sweat. On my way apartment at the end of the morning, I see dozens of construction workers resting in the mid afternoon sun. That’s when it hits me – these people have been laboring in the sun all morning long. While I bitch plus complain about the sun plus A/C levels, they’ve been covered in sweat in 100 degree heat. Maybe it’s time I get away from the current world for a minute.