Sweatshop Fun

Imagine yourself being locked in a closet that sits right next to a furnace.

Now imagine being in there for 11 hours.

Nice, huh?

That was what being at work yesterday was like. It got up to 85 fucking degrees outside. It was at least 85 fucking degrees in the building.

I saw about 4 of my male co-workers walk down the hall past my office saying, “Damn, it's hot in here.”

This morning, they turned the air conditioning on.

Apparently when the women are hot, we're just being silly, but when the men are hot, something must be done.

God, I hate this place.

I never thought I'd be so happy that my hands are cold. Yesterday I could actually see and feel sweat dripping off of me. Yummy!

I went home and told my husband, “I think I work in the only white-collar sweatshop in the world.”

It did not help that Officemate is gone all week for a Series 7 class. A certain someone is supposed to be helping me. Yesterday, I ran into her in the mail room.

She said, “When I'm done with this stuff I'll come in and check on you to see if you need help.”
About an hour later, she came in, looked at the two files I had that needed to be done, and then stacked the file she had on top.

I was here until 5:45 last night.

Of course, a night when I really WANT to go home because my husband is actually there.
I had 2.25 hours of overtime by the time I left yesterday.

As of right now I have 3.75. Not being able to go to lunch really helps with racking up the overtime.

Grrr...

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Did you hear?

They elected a new pope!

And this one was in the Hitler Youth when he was young!

But, it's totally okay, because he was never actually an official member of the Nazi party.

Right?

Organized religion is so interesting.

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And now, I will subject you to some of my most recent photography:

Spring

Happy Hellday.

Sorry.

I meant Happy Tuesday.