The road to hell...

...is paved with good intentions. And it's probably no hotter there than it is here today, so we're good.

The guys from the city woke me at 8 am pounding on the door because they wanted me to move the Subaru off the street. They were planning on trimming the trees. Nice of them to give me advance warning. So I move the car into the driveway and think, "Hey, it's not too hot, I'll ride my bike to work today." And then I think that I'll have to go to the grocery store after work, so hey, I might as well put the rack back on my bike so I can get the groceries home.

One of the trees they trimmed is just outside the upstairs window. The window had branches in front of it, so you didn't have to be overly concerned with walking in front of it while in varying stages of undress. That is no longer the case. The lowest branches are now ABOVE the roofline. Now I really do have to go shopping for blinds or curtains. Argh.

I finally got to work at 10:48 am. My rear tire is half flat. It was fine when I left, so I must have hit some glass while riding to work through the inner city urban jungle. Luckily, I have a patch kit with me. Unluckily, it's got to be about 8 years old, so I have doubts about the adhesive. There is a bike shop about 2 miles from work, so I'll check out the tire and the patch kit, then take a walk to get a couple of new tubes. I'll have to air up the thing any way, and the nearest gas station is about a mile away, so I'd be walking anyway.

And it was already 95 when I got to work. I didn't pack an extra shirt, so I looked real spiffy when I walked into the office,* red-faced and dripping sweat. It got up to 101 today.

I reviewed my quota** of documents already, so now I'm bored, hungry, and looking for something to do. I get to leave in 6/10ths of an hour. Hey, I wasn't a clock-watcher until they started to insist that we bill our time in 6 minute increments. I understand that real attorneys do this, but real attorneys work on more than one case at a time. If we worked on multiple projects, I can see how it would make a difference (but then again, at our billing rate, ~1/10th of what a real attorney bills, we could bill by the hour with no divisions and it would probably be a wash). But we work on one project and one project only. Forcing us to watch the clock until it's a multiple of 6 so we can leave after 8 hours is a waste of time.

*I use the term "office" quite broadly. I work in a large cement block room with nasty fluorescent lighting, bright orange carpeting, and many, many long tables set up with computer monitors on them. There's over 20 of us temps here, all attorneys, all hideously underemployed. I've been here "temporarily" for over 18 months now.

**Quotas will be discussed tomorrow!

It's 99 degrees out

99°F
Feels Like
103°F

UV Index:		8 Very High
Wind:		From SW at 13 mph
Humidity:		39%
Pressure:		29.84 in.
Dew Point:		68°F
Visibility:		10.0 miles

...and it's not done yet. Luckily for me, I'm in the basement of a lab building built with cement blocks. I'm staring at some blocks right now, as a matter of fact, and they're a refreshing industrial beige.

I applied for another job today. I didn't run. And I haven't knit since Tuesday. I did take little boy out this morning for an iced chai latte before he got to work moving rocks for my co-temp-worker.

I've got to start running again. This once a week thing just isn't doin' it for me. Nothing particularly hurts, I just cannot get my butt outta bed in the morning. And it's hot. And it's humid. Blah blah. It actually IS too hot when I get home from work and besides, that evening running thing was something I never quite got the hang of. I looked at one of my race t-shirts this morning and said (out loud), "I ran a half marathon in May? What the hell happened?"

Gonna buy a scale after work. Let the fun begin. I actually haven't owned one in about ten years. Hmmm... maybe it's been even longer.

Another day, another job application

Well, I applied for yet another job today. I wouldn't waste the time, but it takes me from my mindless, soul-sucking temp work, if only for a few minutes.

I still have 7 applications for state jobs that are sitting in limbo. I got a rejection letter yesterday for a job I applied for months and months ago. It recycled nicely.

On a brighter note, little boy and I IM'd for awhile yesterday afternoon. I told him that I'd bug him this way when he was in college, too. At least we've got another four years until that happens. Still haven't heard from Big Boy, and he's been with his father for a week and a half already. His first sock is almost done and I should have them finished by the time he's back on the 5th.

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Misadventures, indeed. I only signed up for blogger to post a comment on the vegan lunch box. Oh well.