Ice Ice Baby~

I feel like that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine steals David Putty's Jesus fish.

Not really so much on the whole stealing my boyfriends Jesus fish and messing with all of his preset radio stations part, but the rest.

It's the heat, my god, THE HEAT!!

In this kind of weather my patience doens't last a whole lot longer than a teenage boy in the backseat on prom night. Yeah, on a normal day I can be unruly. Add a blazing sun and no AC and you've got a situation on your hand. But I'm keeping it together. I fancy myself a little sparkler on the 4th, a fancy umbrella in the pina colada by the beach, yadda yadda yadda....

I'm finding others don't seem to have the same ability to be cool under pressure. I mean, we're all miserable, but let's not make it any worse.

What I love most about my job is that everyone, EVERYONE who works for the company got not just the 4th of July off, but the rest of the week as well. And if they so chose, they could work, and get paid double time. Except me. I'm here working away, sweating away my life more like it. And I'm getting calls from the boss, who's lounging at the lake, and she's crabby? Well I know, why don't you call me with a grocery list of things to do (most because you've forgotten you actually have a job to do, which means occasionally coming into work.) Come on now! It's your business, your life, if you're not willing to put in the time and effort...neither am I.

Seriously?!?!

F it! I'm busting out of here. I'm in need of a cold beverage of the coors light variety.