Granted, the thermometer outside the window in my kitchen is in constant direct sunlight, but it says 108 degrees. Yesterday I was out of town. Today I have spent a significant amount of my time awake attached to the toilet. I haven’t had a Mounjaro Day in months, but that’s really what this feels like, and one way or another, it’s 8:06 PM and I’m done with today and going to bed.
Tag: hot
I wore shorts today
It wasn’t nearly as hot in my room as it was yesterday, in accordance with prophecy, but it was still hot enough that I wasn’t annoyed at all by having decided to wear shorts. It was also sixty Goddamn degrees at the end of the day.
I don’t have a ton to say today, other than that for some reason everybody kept trying to get into fights around me– I managed to keep anything from developing into an actual fight but by the end of the day I was genuinely pissy about the number of kids I’d had to write up for instigating. Whatever; the day’s over and I survived it, on to the next one.
In closing, I was sent a research survey by someone at Berkeley who is researching teachers and teachers unions. This was the final question:
There was an “Anything else you’d like to tell us?” box after this question, and I wrote in that box that I was absolutely going to steal this question for use on a future test or assignment. Because this shit is brilliant.
Let’s see if this works
My internet has melted, and has been at best intermittent throughout the day, so lemme just throw up a quick proof-of-life before it goes down again: it was brutally hot outdoors today; I think the heat index reached somewhere in the 105-110 range, with tomorrow expected to be just as bad. Amazingly, though, it wasn’t nearly as humid as I was expecting, meaning that outside was unpleasant but not the immediate death I was planning for. We spent the evening in the pool. Not a bad gig, if you can get it.
In which I give up
My nephew is here, having arrived into the world at around 5:15 yesterday evening; he is of normal size and proportion and in possession of all of the various bits he is supposed to be in possession of. Mom and Dad are also fine, if perhaps slightly dazed. They live much closer to her family than to ours; it’s going to be a couple of weeks before we’re able to go up there and meet him, and I spent a good chunk of last night fighting off a wave of surprisingly intense jealousy that her people were getting to see the new arrival so much earlier than us until I talked to my brother on the phone and he pointed out that, because of Covid, they weren’t allowed any visitors at the hospital, and so nobody other than my brother and sister-in-law are going to get to interact with him until they go home, which should be tomorrow.
My first thought when I saw him was that he got his nose from our side of the family, and then I looked more carefully at my brother’s nose and decided that I didn’t have any idea what the hell I was talking about. I’ve always halfway suspected people just pick a facial feature and a relative when they say things like that, and it entertained me how fast the reaction was on my part and how utterly nonsensical it was when I thought about it. He has the same baby nose as every baby.
Today was exhausting. It’s the first really warm day of the year around here, topping off at around 82 degrees, and my building does not do ventilation all that well; the windows open but it does a lot less good than you might think, and I spent basically the whole damn day sweating. On top of that, the math portion of the ILEARN started today, and my group was quite clearly Over It by the end of the test, despite the fact that every time I walked around and read questions over people’s shoulders it was stuff we had covered recently. Like, this quarter, if not actually in the three weeks I’ve been back.
Insert every rant I’ve ever ranted about how the fuck do you not remember this and what are you people doing that you can know how to do something on Tuesday and act like you’ve never seen it before on Wednesday. By the time we got to eighth hour I was so sweaty and crabby and hot that I actually gave them the period off, because however I was explaining my shit to them today it wasn’t sinking in; my kids were, no shit, having trouble with questions like is this line going up or down all day, and I just cannot right now, at all.
Then in between the bell ringing at the end of the day and getting out of the building I had to deal with two entirely different situations in which a student was bawling and inconsolable and figure out what the hell was wrong and what I could do to fix it, one of which involved a quick parent phone call because the kid was convinced his parents wouldn’t believe him about what had just happened.
I’m in my sleep shorts and a tank top right now, and I don’t wear tank tops. That’s how Goddamned tired I am. Thank God I don’t have any kids tomorrow; I need to get my equilibrium back.
It’s 5:15 AM
…I’m awake, fuck it. Not quite the 3:00 in the morning blues, but it’ll have to be close enough.
I am pretty sure that I have been sweating for 20 straight hours, guys. Yesterday was a bit of a scorcher– I say “a bit” because 1) by historical standards it actually wasn’t really all that bad and 2) it’s going to be worse today, but the first thing I did when I got to work yesterday morning was help to unload an eighteen-wheeler full of furniture. At the time I commented that it wasn’t actually that bad of a truck, and it wasn’t– mostly big, square boxes that aren’t difficult to balance on a dolly and very few sofas, which are impossible to balance right and are the bane of my existence. What I wasn’t aware of was that for the next eleven hours of my work shift, constituting nearly 18000 steps and nearly eleven miles of walking, I was not ever going to actually stop sweating at any point. Which may have accounted at least partially for my poor performance as a salesman yesterday, come to think of it. I went through eight refills of the liter-sized water bottle I keep with me and never stopped feeling dehydrated.
I have blisters on my feet. I have to do it all over again today.
Then I got home from work, said good night to my son, ate some dinner, watched PREACHER, and went to bed. See anything missing? For some reason, I declared myself too tired to take a shower, which was some seriously poor decision making right there. Why am I typing on my blog and not in the shower right now, since I’m awake? Well, my wife leaves for work way before I do and I’m letting her do her morning ablutions before I rinse the filth off my disgusting meat-shell. I can smell myself, guys, and when I woke up this morning from a mild nightmare and had to get out of bed because I could hear a sound I couldn’t identify in the house, I came back to what was basically a pool of sweat in my fucking bed that I couldn’t make myself lie back down in.
The pillow is still awesome, though.
I will get used to this schedule, where I have three really long days to balance out two of what are basically half-days and two days off. I’m not there yet, but I will be; I’m not worried about it. But I’m wearing tennis shoes to work today, and when I get off from my half day tomorrow I am driving directly to the New Balance store in Granger, handing my credit card to the first salesperson who talks to me, and telling her that money is no object (how much can shoes possibly cost?) and to put something black on my feet that will make them feel like they are surrounded by love and honey and magic all day long. Because my current dress shoes do not fit that qualification. At all.
You think my bed’s dry yet? Technically I don’t have to be up for another hour.
EDIT: just in case, for some reason, anyone doubts me: last night’s sleep and yesterday’s steps. Today is going to be rough.
On extracurriculars
I am at a middle school football game. It is a hundred million degrees and I am wearing work clothes, including my lanyard, and I am anticipating a massive scalp/neck sunburn because there is no shade anywhere.
Ah, teaching.
Later, I will hunt for tile.
We appear to have lost, which is sad– I had to leave early for the tilening, which didn’t even work out to much– we weren’t able to find what I had declared the Perfect Tile at our Lowe’s when we went to the Lowe’s that is closer to my parents’ place, although we did manage to make an appointment for a guy to come out and measure our bathroom and tell me how deep the buggery going to be once they come over and tile for us. (We have discussed it. We are not tiling ourselves. The reason: we don’t wanna.) The demolition is still scheduled for this weekend and I’m still not exactly sure how that’s going to go. But I’m looking forward to blogging about how wrong it went.
In which three is my limit
Had to clean up two different human body fluids without entering our bathroom at OtherJob yesterday. Heat exhaustion is a bitch, folks.
Soooo not interested in going to work again tonight. At least the weather’s better.
NO I’M SERIOUS DO IT
It is 7:48 in the morning, it is supposed to be one billion degrees today with a humidity level of nine jillion, and I will have to spend half of my day outside.
Kill me.
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