Remind me of this moment
when I complain about being freezing cold in the winter. Are you ready? Here it comes:
I am sick and
quite tired of being sweaty from the warm temperatures.
I am stuck inside an un-airconditioned
building every day during the week.
Pre-teens don’t always use deodorant … or bathe. The windows get full sun all day (not that I
mind after so long without a view or fresh air at work), and the room steams up
and stinks up fast. Now that fall has
arrived, by the time I get home after work, it’s too late to go outside and
enjoy the waning daylight because it is pretty much gone.
These nice days? Torture.
Sheer torture.
If I were still on break,
it would be great. If it were the
weekend, I’d be ecstatic. If outside
stayed light later than 6:00 p.m., life would still be carefree.
Right now, though? Right now I am bloody bored with sticky
armpits at work. Sweat from anything
that isn’t a hot flash or a gym workout is unacceptable. Summer is over. Kaput.
Done. In the rearview
mirror.
Please, please, please
bring on the cool air and the crisp breezes.
Summer is so passe.
I already have my
Halloween decorations up at work, including the bloody arm with a sign pinned
to it that says “HAND in your homework.”
The animated witch is out. The
Purple People Eater that sings and dances now graces the top of my file
cabinet.
Autumn. I’m impatiently waiting for autumn to kick
in. Waiting, waiting, waiting while I
sit in front of fans at work, desperately trying not to sweat out of my own
skin. After all …
I am sick and
quite tired of being sweaty from the warm temperatures.
Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I need to shower off the day’s humidity.
