We’re heading into our first big, miserable heat wave of the summer and I’m already grouchy about it. I have no use for temperatures over 25 degrees Celsius. None. It gets unpleasant and sticky and aggravating and I want nothing to do with it. I’m also now running late because of terrible sleep (pre-dawn rainstorm, pah!), so this here’s a stopgap entry. Go read Hamilton Nolan’s advice on how to get people to go back to the movies.
I’m staying at work late to watch The Gold Rush too. More time in air conditioning + snowy landscapes might help.
Addendum after arriving at work (cut/pasted directly from a chat window) – In the last few hours, I have received:
- A thank you for Mandy, for joining Hallmark Rewards
- A quote on a custom wedding cake for Maggie ($2000).
- And an inquiry about apartments at the Village Monterey for Michael.
What the hell, people? Didn’t you read my plea from a year and a bit ago? Or any of my other whinges? DOUBLE-CHECK YOUR OWN BLOODY EMAIL ADDRESSES. SERIOUSLY. Sometimes I feel nice and email companies and people to let them know they have the wrong person, but sometimes I don’t. If you want your coupons for diapers or your prison mail (seriously) or your login information for a male-only hook-up site (yes, seriously), TYPE CORRECTLY. I don’t want your shit.