Okay, so every day I go to work, and work is in a converted warehouse in the Dogpatch. (More info on Dogpatch: http://baseportal.com/cgi-bin/baseportal.pl?htx=/zpub2000/sfentries&cmd=list&range=0,50&Title~=D&cmd=all&Id=215) Theres no heat. There just isnt. I have a little space heater, but since the power is pretty much rigged together around here with chewing gum, if one of my neighbors in the cube farm turns on their space heaters while I have mine on, we blow the grid. And even with the heater on, were still in the warehouse with the 30 bazillion foot high ceilings, so the hot air disappears the second that its out of the fan. So, I spend the better part of the day shivering and chugging hot tea. Hot tea, of course, quickly becomes iced tea around here. I own a pair of gloves with the fingertips cut off, my hobo gloves, because I need to type but I also need to be wearing gloves.
So, I shiver all day dreaming of a hot shower (with or without Red Stripe) and my warm bed.
Last night, however, I did not pass the shower, and collect $200, but instead ventured out to the Motherland (a.k.a. Concord, CA) for dinner with Rob and Jen. I decided to invite J4, as well. J4 prefers his mode of transportation much more than mine, so we hopped on Gertrude (yes, he names his motorcycles), and off we rode. (DONT TELL MY MOM!) This proved to be a fatal decision. To say that I was cold when we got home would be the biggest understatement ever known to man kind. (For another perspective: http://blog.myspace.com/motoproponent) The only way I managed to finally thaw out was to take a hot shower.
The end result of all this freezing is that my skin is rebelling. My knuckles are chapped, cracked, bloody, and peeling. To add to this problem, I drink so much tea to keep warm that I have to keep going to the bathroom, and have to keep washing my hands with the cheap soap they provide us. (I should bring my own.) And as of yesterday, I have discovered that there is a rash spreading across my back. I truly am allergic to this weather.
I am in desperate need of a vacation to some place very warm. I mean, I’d much rather be having a Red Stripe on the beach than in my shower, any day.
Playlist: Too Much Pressure
By The Selecter
Current mood: cold