I blame the heat. So Saturday was only in the mid 90’s here, but it was also about as humid as it could get. It even started raining at one point. And then Sunday was a another scorcher with a high, at the airport which is several degrees cooler than in town, of 101°F, and yesterday was 97°F. Out at my co-worker’s fancy weather station near Megacorp it was 104.4°F and 99.4°F.
Meanwhile, at Megacorp, I’m in trouble for voicing my opinion on the technical aspects of the project I’m working on. Pie-in-the-sky estimators think everything is fine and working, but I’m convinced that people are ingesting controlled substances. Well, I guess that’s what I get for caring. My boss says I’m supposed to “affect change” but what he really wants me to do is to agree to whatever is given to me and then pretend that I had something to do with the decision. Which is fine since we’re all getting laid off soon anyway.
Meanwhile, my 90-year-old dad is doing his best to make the heat unbearable, closing the windows when it gets cool out, turn off fans, leaving doors open to rooms that don’t need air conditioning (like upstairs bathrooms). Life in the heat is a joy. (The average temperature in Oregon for this time of year is the low 80’s!)
CALM DOWN! You’re gonna have a cow if ya don’t watch out!
can’t you just lock george in his room and not let him out? have you been looking for another job since you are convinced you’re getting laid off?
You need some controlled substance it sounds like 🙂
don’t forget that i love you…xoxox
yeah maybe you could score some meth off the boys on the bus and then the heat and your boss wouldn’t be bothering you so much!
My momma always told me your number one job was making your boss look good – if you can’t do that then looking for a new job is your best bet.