Showing posts with label 7th circle of hell heat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 7th circle of hell heat. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

HAPPY FREE AGENCY DAY, EVERYBODY!


HAPPY FREE AGENCY DAY, EVERYBODY!

Now, a moment of silence for the recently traded and those signed by Florida, Calgary, Buffalo, and Edmonton.

There is no hockey until October. I haz sad.
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This 30+C heat and humidity is REALLY starting to piss me off. Spousal Unit took some time last evening to install the AC unit in the hole in the wall provided for such things. That has cooled down the living room, my office and the kitchen, but the bedroom and bathroom are still saunas.

Spousal Unit and I also have an ongoing debate on what temp our (US made) AC unit should be set to.

I say between 72-74F. He says between 65-70F.
He is wrong.
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My birthday is in 12 days. I don't think I have enough booze in the house to forget that.

Though this milestone birthday year is going SO MUCH better than the last milestone birthday year.
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Next two weeks are going to be full of introspection, writing, thinking, thinking about writing, writing about thinking, and trying to figure out where all of this is going. Deciding on where I want to be in a year. In 1 to 2 years. In 5 years. When and how I want to die.

You know, birthday-related panic and angst. Big whup.

Wish me luck.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

I'm really bad at this.

Finding the balance between Routine and Excitement is what drives me absolutely nuts.
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The heat and humidity make me very fucking cranky.
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Nothing is going like I planned. That isn't contributing to my sunny disposition either.
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I have a pending friend request on Facebook but I'm really afraid that I've forgotten that we had sex at some point in my ancient history and there will be hurt feelings like there was the last time I accepted a friend request from someone I had sex with in high school and didn't remember.

But I'm pretty sure that I didn't have sex with this person. Like 95-99% sure that I didn't.
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Listen, if you're reading this and we had sex just once at some point between 1988 and 1999, I probably don't remember. If we had sex more than once, then yeah, I probably do remember that it happened. If I ever told you I loved you, then yes, I couldn't forget if I wanted to, but I don't remember specifics.

(Yes, specifics have come up. Yes, feelings were hurt when I didn't remember. What you people expect from a 40 year old brain that endured a history of substance abuse and demyelination, I have no fucking idea.)
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I used to love summer. I can't be the only person with MS who now just fucking loathes the season?

I really hate summer. It's not even July yet and all I want is spring to just hurry up and get here. Give me 15 degrees and overcast! That's my happy place!

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

< rant >

IT IS TOO FUCKING SUNNY ALL THE FUCKING TIME

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Feels like thirty-five
IN LATE AUGUST. Fuck this shit.
Fuck. it. in. the. ear.
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See what I did there?
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I have so much to do. I have lists of things, but it's stupid hot and I hate it here and I don't really give a shit that the toilet needs scrubbing or that my business plan isn't going to edit itself or that my boss is doing fucking creepershit trying to find out if he can watch while I fuck his wife.
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(The answer is "FUCK OFF, YOU'RE MY BOSS")

*shudder*

Thankfully he's in Europe until next Friday. Then I'm taking three days off after the long weekend to re-evaluate my life.
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< / rant >

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Clearing my Cookies

So, 2 weeks to 10 days ago I saw a sidebar ad for

UM! Brands

I am always looking for cute and useful organizing tools, so I gave them a click.

Turns out, there's absolutely nothing that I want there.

SINCE that afternoon, every time I've gone to a website, I've seen an ad for UM! Brands.

Most recently at the bottom of this page:

Seriouslyforreal.com - This Guy’s Instagram Is Just Him Photoshopped Next To Celebrities

And on ANY website that has videos as GoogleAds. And most with sidebar advertising.

It's fucking creepy. I'm being stalked by a piece of plastic that lets you stick your iPhone to the wall.
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And then the sky opened up. 6:11 PM EDT, the rain just fell out of the sky like it couldn't get out of the sky fast enough.

It's now a gentle warm summer rain at 6:19 PM EDT.

Sometimes I wonder if I didn't move a rainforest, rather than the other way around.

Windsor is under a Level 1 Heat Advisory today and tomorrow because the Humidex is expected to feel like 40 DEGREES CELSIUS for TWO STRAIGHT DAYS.

(US Translation: 104 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT for TWO STRAIGHT DAYS)

Fuck this shit. FUCK IT RIGHT IN THE EAR
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Oddly enough, the heat and humidity hasn't been bothering my MS symptoms too much. I've got some cognitive crap going on, and some fine motor/hand-eye coordination issues that are more like an exaggeration of symptoms I already have.

My hands are numb all the time unless I am in the deep freeze I call work. Joe can't get the bedroom cold enough with our window unit to get rid of the numbness.
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Re:Yesterday

I had three people who don't know each other bring up Kickstarter as a funding option.

Maybe I'll give that another thought.
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I've cleared my cache and cookies because I don't want nanosuction to be influencing my internet surfing experience.
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I just checked the post I referenced. UM! is GONE! YAY!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Field Report - Day 21

1. Still not a fan of the place.

2. Still hate driving.

3. Telling me that "It's a bigger city that still *feels* like a small town" is not a selling feature. I really hate small towns.

4. IT HAS BEEN THIRTY DEGREES (86F) (or close to it) FOR THREE FUCKING STRAIGHT FUCKING DAYS. IN MAY. CLIMATE CHANGE IS A HOAX, MY FUCKING ASS.

5. I got a job.

Not just any job. The first job I applied to that wasn't through an agency.

Not just any job. A job for which I am totally qualified, have an interest in doing, and will totally rock.
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The barest of details: I will be working as the personal/executive assistant to a small business man who's business is in one of the few industries that thrives in this area.

The downside is, it's on call for the next three weeks, for a rate that's very low.

It will then shift to a steady 20 hours a week, for a rate that is only marginally higher.

IF I can help him find 5 new employees from *outside the Windsor area* including Europeans and North Americans if necessary, I will be full time two weeks after they start. We're aiming for September/October to have that completed. Hopefully with the increase in hours comes an increase in the hourly wage, but we'll see.
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With only 20 hours dedicated to this employer I'm thinking about trying to pick up a couple of 10 hour a week contracts with local entrepreneurs that might need a little help with getting their administration in order.
That means networking. oh. yay.
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I was promised a thunderstorm by 11 AM. They lifted the severe thunderstorm warning around 10 AM and cancelled the thunderstorm forecast about thirty minutes after that. It is now 12:45 pm, the sun is shining, there is some haze in the air, and it's getting STUPID hot again.

I WANT MY FUCKING THUNDERSTORM ALREADY.
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Note: Cooling vests and neck wraps do not work in humidity over 60%. Or rather, they don't work well or for long in humidity. Why no one told me that as I was forking out $40 to purchase them, I have no idea.
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I was going to apologize for the all the virtual yelling, but it turns out that I really am not sorry about that. No. No apologies.

Monday, July 9, 2012

cranky

The heat is getting to me. Wonky joints and whack-a-do small motor skills FTW!

Cleaned up my water retaining bead neck wrap-thing for my first day of paid employment in over three months.

Don't get too excited. I've agreed to work for my Jurassic-era ex-boss whilst his present assistant (the third or possibly fourth such assistant since I quit about 9 months ago) takes a week long holiday.

This will not be awesome.

You know what else is not awesome? Having a just-warm-enough apartment turned into a hot apartment by the introduction of fresh-outta-the-dryer laundry.

I'll have clean clothes to work tomorrow, but at what cost?