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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 stayedÂ 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 everyÂ 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 fanÂ 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.