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Yesterday I got heat exhaustion. It's about 80 in the store, since the a/c is broken. But in the back room, where the printer and film developing machine are, it's much hotter-- both machines have strict requirements for the temperatures of their chemicals, which have to be heated to warmer than room temperature, and both have dryer mechanisms in them, which throw off a lot of heat.
So it's really, to put it mildly, fuckin' hot in there. Also, the corner they're in is uninsulated-- there's a little gap around the blocked-up door, and in the winter the cobwebs dance with every wind gust. (I dusted to remove them in the winter so it wouldn't chill me so much to watch them, but realized that bits of paper in that area also fly around.) So on a hot day like we've been having, it's really, really unpleasant in that corner.
Yesterday I basically hunched over the print dryer for 8 hours, because there was a lot of printing to do. I started feeling short of breath after a while, and thirsty, and though I drank a lot of water, it wasn't enough. I got a headache and found myself panting for breath; it was difficult to complete a sentence both because of the difficulty of breathing and the difficulty of focusing. I got very irritable and confused, and finally, though it was busy, left at 4:54 because I couldn't focus and just couldn't handle it.
Today, I collected the box fan I use to dry the floors when I wash them, or the walls when I paint them. I brought it to work and set it up in the back hallway, circulating from an area of the store with semi-working A/C toward that fatal hot corner with the big machines.
It was like heaven.
Also, I wore a miniskirt and a spaghetti-strap top.
Also it wasn't busy. There was almost no printing to do. I stood around chatting with co-workers, and chatted with customers.
I discovered from one of them that there's an enormous Revolutionary War re-enactment event on July 3/4th at a local historical site. At which there will be dozens of sutlers-- 46, I think he said-- i.e. merchants. Selling things like, oh, the hat I was going to order online. Or the shoes I was considering. And assorted other things.
The problem, of course, is that it's 1 week before Abbie's wedding. So if I'm counting on finding something, and can't, I'm screwed. But still. If it's something I can improvise or live without, I'm golden. And if it's something I want for Pennsic... well...
So that was good. I made a delicious shrimp and broccoli alfredo for dinner. Then I attempted to rack some mead I'd been brewing. And discovered, disastrously, that it had progressed much further than I thought; about two cups or so of mead exploded all over me and the kitchen the moment I unscrewed the cap. Holy shit! That yeast is alive!!!
So I had to wash the counters, mop the floor, wash the throw rugs, wash the clothes I was wearing, and take a shower. It was dramatic. But now my kitchen smells like Mop-N-Glo, and my legs are beautifully shaved, and all the dishes are done, which I wouldn't have gotten around to otherwise tonight. I also did a bunch of laundry. So, good for me, I guess.
I also got the petticoat assembled. It still needs to be pleated to the waistband, and hemmed. I have to also decide if it need a flounce at the hem or not. But hey. Productive.
Oh yeah, my iPhone died yesterday too, so I got a Twitter account out of boredom and anxiety whilst stranded at the printer. I haven't figured out whether I hate it or just dislike it, yet. I went to the Apple store after dinner, and got it looked at. They "fixed" it by totally wiping it clean and doing a reinstall of the new software. Which is fine, as I'd just backed it up... except that I can neither restore my backup, as doing so would restore the bad software, nor access my backup to retrieve parts of it manually. So what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just happily wave farewell to my contacts, my notes, my text messages, my voicemails, everything? Well then why the fuck do they bother having you back it up?
I think I'm going to disobey them and restore the phone from the most recent backup, then write my shit down on a fucking piece of fucking paper, then do a clean reinstall myself and re-input whatever shit I need from that piece of paper. Because really, it's either that or have nothing. Thanks, Apple! I can't manually access my iPhone backups why, exactly?
So it's really, to put it mildly, fuckin' hot in there. Also, the corner they're in is uninsulated-- there's a little gap around the blocked-up door, and in the winter the cobwebs dance with every wind gust. (I dusted to remove them in the winter so it wouldn't chill me so much to watch them, but realized that bits of paper in that area also fly around.) So on a hot day like we've been having, it's really, really unpleasant in that corner.
Yesterday I basically hunched over the print dryer for 8 hours, because there was a lot of printing to do. I started feeling short of breath after a while, and thirsty, and though I drank a lot of water, it wasn't enough. I got a headache and found myself panting for breath; it was difficult to complete a sentence both because of the difficulty of breathing and the difficulty of focusing. I got very irritable and confused, and finally, though it was busy, left at 4:54 because I couldn't focus and just couldn't handle it.
Today, I collected the box fan I use to dry the floors when I wash them, or the walls when I paint them. I brought it to work and set it up in the back hallway, circulating from an area of the store with semi-working A/C toward that fatal hot corner with the big machines.
It was like heaven.
Also, I wore a miniskirt and a spaghetti-strap top.
Also it wasn't busy. There was almost no printing to do. I stood around chatting with co-workers, and chatted with customers.
I discovered from one of them that there's an enormous Revolutionary War re-enactment event on July 3/4th at a local historical site. At which there will be dozens of sutlers-- 46, I think he said-- i.e. merchants. Selling things like, oh, the hat I was going to order online. Or the shoes I was considering. And assorted other things.
The problem, of course, is that it's 1 week before Abbie's wedding. So if I'm counting on finding something, and can't, I'm screwed. But still. If it's something I can improvise or live without, I'm golden. And if it's something I want for Pennsic... well...
So that was good. I made a delicious shrimp and broccoli alfredo for dinner. Then I attempted to rack some mead I'd been brewing. And discovered, disastrously, that it had progressed much further than I thought; about two cups or so of mead exploded all over me and the kitchen the moment I unscrewed the cap. Holy shit! That yeast is alive!!!
So I had to wash the counters, mop the floor, wash the throw rugs, wash the clothes I was wearing, and take a shower. It was dramatic. But now my kitchen smells like Mop-N-Glo, and my legs are beautifully shaved, and all the dishes are done, which I wouldn't have gotten around to otherwise tonight. I also did a bunch of laundry. So, good for me, I guess.
I also got the petticoat assembled. It still needs to be pleated to the waistband, and hemmed. I have to also decide if it need a flounce at the hem or not. But hey. Productive.
Oh yeah, my iPhone died yesterday too, so I got a Twitter account out of boredom and anxiety whilst stranded at the printer. I haven't figured out whether I hate it or just dislike it, yet. I went to the Apple store after dinner, and got it looked at. They "fixed" it by totally wiping it clean and doing a reinstall of the new software. Which is fine, as I'd just backed it up... except that I can neither restore my backup, as doing so would restore the bad software, nor access my backup to retrieve parts of it manually. So what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just happily wave farewell to my contacts, my notes, my text messages, my voicemails, everything? Well then why the fuck do they bother having you back it up?
I think I'm going to disobey them and restore the phone from the most recent backup, then write my shit down on a fucking piece of fucking paper, then do a clean reinstall myself and re-input whatever shit I need from that piece of paper. Because really, it's either that or have nothing. Thanks, Apple! I can't manually access my iPhone backups why, exactly?
