Remember the scene in The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy throws the water on the Wicked Witch and she mutters - "I'm melting. Melting."
Well, that is EXACTLY what I sound like whenever I have to motivate between one air conditioned oasis to another.
Emphasis on the word motivate.
And it seems that there are people that enjoy this. I don't enjoy those people. Some like it hot. Not me. I'm one popsicle away from a total meltdown.
My pile of unfinished projects (and by unfinished- I mean stuff I have not actually started) is higher than the temps around here. And I can barely count that high.
My mood has a heat index.
And I should have a label-
WARNING! EXTREMELY HOT. DO NOT TOUCH.
Wait- that applies all the time.
It's hot, hot, hot.
And I'm not sure what is more annoying-
The heat or me whining about it.
I could (might) be complaining about how cold my office is right now.
And I might be sort of witchy like that. The Wicked Witch of the East...Coast Heatwave.
Do they make brooms with AC?