I Live In A Metal Box Of Death

Note: this is a complainy post that I wrote last summer and never published,  I found and read it just now and it made me laugh so I thought I'd share it. You're welcome.

After about three months of non-stop, drizzly, thundery rain (and one weird snowstorm in the middle of May), we have been "blessed" with an entire week of hot, humid, sunshine-and-blue-skies, sweat soaked summer.

And when I say sweat soaked, I am not talking about pretty little sparkles on foreheads. I'm talking about drenched. I'm talking about shirts that stick to peoples backs and shimmering mirages on the pavement and a sudden spike in ice cream sales in the surrounding four counties. Survival of the fittest, folks!

I live in a renovated school bus, AKA a metal box of death when it gets above 76 degrees Fahrenheit.

I got a window fan, but I guess window fans aren't made to fit the windows of school buses, so it's kind of propped up on my desk pointing straight at me. There's also a little fan that was installed to circulate air by the bed area, but it's stuck pointing in one direction so it's pretty useless unless you stand in the hallway with your head at a weird angle.

Also, I have no fridge currently. I talked to a lady named Sharon that I met over the pillow bin at the local Goodwill and we hit it off and she said she had a mini fridge I could have for free, if I wanted to pick it up. But then she had to leave before we finished talking. I gave her my phone number, so we'll see if she calls.

Anyways, here I sit. Drinking lukewarm coffee and dreaming about air conditioning.

It's even worse at work, because I work in a bakery where the convection ovens (Convection means 'blows hot air around inside') are vented into the kitchen. Saves money on heating for the owners in winter, but in the summer it sucks to be the rest of us. Even with all the possible windows and doors open and both fans they have running, it just blows hot air around. Bleh.

I mowed grass the other day for a few hours and got sun burned so bad that it hurts to wear clothes. I'm thinking I should maybe join a nudist hippie commune. I already have the school bus! ;)