msfledermaus | Sweaty goings on...

(No, not those, jeez you guys...)

I was moving boxes of copy paper around--a whole pallet to be broken down and squirrelled away like big heavy nuts that hurt when you drop them on your foot. The dock was *very* hot and humid, as is the freight elevator. (Remember the elevator? It dropped me 5 floors once. I hate that thing.)
*Rant ahead--watch for flying toner!*
At any rate I spent the early afternoon stripped to my tanktop lifting boxes and playing that fascinating game, "Where's the pallet-jack?" People kept coming up and saying, "Boy, you sure look hot!" (Only the most intrepid geniuses work here, oh yeah..)
The copiers are all jamming because of the humidity, some mysterious staff member's calling repairmen for them without telling me
and it's not going to stop until the heat breaks and I send enough allstaff e-mails around to make people tell me if they can't figure how how a freaking copier works...
*Rant complete. You can uncover your eyes now*
I am now sitting quietly drinking lots of cool water.

Ms Eff. Looks like it's time for cup number three.