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Summer is here, even in good old, cold Ireland (thank you Mr Climate Change!), and the temperature has gone up to a fancy 20, 21 degrees. This is actually my ideal temperature – not too warm, not too cold, perfect for enjoying a bit of a breeze. I should be delighted. And, generally speaking, I am.

Except at work. Because at work, there’s no air conditioning, very little air flow, but there are 22 computers creating large amounts of heat, not to mention customers’ bodies and the overhead fluorescent lights. And what it all amounts to is a nasty indoor sauna, minus the naked Scandinavian damsels (so far anyway – I’m still working on that). I’m reasonably certain we reach 30 degrees here sometimes.

And I hate the heat. That’s why I came and stayed in Ireland in the first place – the weather felt so much nicer to me than freaking Reunion Island… When you’re cold, you can always add a layer. If you’re too hot, you run out of layers eventually – especially in public.

So, anyways, going to work these days in an exercise in unpleasantness, even more than usual. And being too hot, and sweaty, makes me cranky, so the unpleasantness is shared equally between staff and customers. Especially the moronic ones like the one I just had, who calls for help every five minutes about things that have been explained to him a good ten times already.

And of course, after having called me away from my precious fan six or seven times in half an hour so I could show him how to print, again; after having personally made sure that my wild berries sorbet would melt before I had a chance to eat it; after having printed a gazillion pages and almost melted the printer (bonus question: guess where the printer is, and how much extra heat a laser job like ours can generate when printing for a solid five minutes non stop?)… After all that, what else could he ask but for a crapload of laminating, eh?

Guess how laminating works?

Yep. You heat up sheets of special plastic to melt them together. You heat them up.

Fracking bastard.


4 Responses to “If you can’t take the heat…”

  1. on 31 Jul 2008 at 12:31 am Rob

    hahahahahahaahha ture…. maybe we should advertise as the hottest place in Athlone. I’m trying to think of a marketing plan…

  2. on 02 Aug 2008 at 10:08 am Helge

    greetings from Germany we have here a slamming 35 Degrees in the Shadow. Jessica is cooking and we try our best not to move out of the shadow. Loki does not know what hits him.


  3. on 05 Aug 2008 at 10:07 am Grumpy Frenchman

    Mwahaha! That’ll teach you, silly Germans! You know you shouldn’t go back to Krautland, really! ^_^

    Try not to melt too much. We like our Wieders whole.

    See you soon!

  4. on 13 Feb 2010 at 10:08 pm Barbora

    Ha ha. Even though it’s a good 2 years back I can still remember the exceptionally hot irish summer of 2008 ) I completely agree with you about the heat and the layers!

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