Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Ey See

As the work day winds down, I slouch back in my chair, almost sliding out of it onto the floor, and stretch lazily from toe to fingertip.

Heat? What heat?

 I take in a mouthful of warm air and yawn. I've got a few hours to go and then I'm so out of there. I visualize myself swimming laps in a cool swimming pool, or racing my bike down the street while the air washes past my face, and stifle yet another yawn.

As I contemplate taking a walk outside and getting myself an ice cold drink, my coworker returns from a "walk" to the departments downstairs, a walk in hopes for some chance of cooler air, and she narrates a conversation she had while on the way back. "So D was like, WOW you know its HOT if IQ is HOT!" This being a proverbial elbow in the ribs at my cool temperament and low tolerance for cold.

"Yo," I replied, "I'm going down now, to inform her that IQ is ALWAYS hot *wink wink*"

(Apparently lame one-liners go hand in hand with sweltering weather.)

Anyways, we figured out how to get the AC (that we thought was pretty much nonexistent) going. For the duration of whatever remained of the day, that is.