Sometimes I feel jaded and experienced and old. Not often mind you, but sometimes.
Then I come to this office. It's 14C outside, it's raining, I'm wearing winter garments. And yet, every single flipping window is open. I think there are even two fans going. My fingers are going blue, my feet encased in ice and yet there are several women bemoaning how hot they are. FFS, go to your doctor, get the HRT - it's not hard to do.
I'm not exactly sure why I have to freeze to death because your temperature is governed by your hormones. Why should I have to think about bringing hat/gloves/scarf/coat to work in the month of August? I'm not impressed.
So today I feel not so jaded, not so old. It's a result of sorts.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Since the stroke (4 years this month) my mom has struggled with getting her mouth to say what her brain means. She knows what she wants to s...
-
I have the festival blues. Or maybe it's not so much the festival blues as opposed to the 'outside' blues. The joy of camping ma... -
There's so much I want to write, so much in my heart that I want to say. But the words won't come. They are stuck. I know I'm n...
No comments:
Post a Comment