Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
It Was Too Fracking Hot
Yesterday was the hottest day of the year so far. Temps nearing 100. I felt sorry for those poor schlubs at work.
And it was too hot to be in my office. The wife has a little travel alarm thing with a temperature gauge on it. It said it was 89 degrees in the office, which is a converted two car garage. Even with the fan blowing right on me, it was just too hot to stay out here.
So instead I went and got a haircut (really short) and sat in the house and watched teevee.
Nothing very exciting, I'm afraid. And nothing at all work related.
The haircut is giving me issues. I haven't had my hair this short since I was in basic training in Ft. Dix, New Jersey back in (what?) 1982? Forever ago. It makes me look and feel different. But it's definitely cooler. I'll probably have to resize my hat.
So the heat has broken for the time being. It's not supposed to get back up above 90 for a few days, anyway. I'm pretty happy about that. I don't handle the heat well. I'd take cold and nasty outside over the blistering heat any day.
Plus, we get more rec done when it's cold. During the summer, they all want to come out of their cells for some fresh air. When it's cold, they just want to stay inside.
Ok, I'm rambling. Obviously I have nothing at all to talk about so I'm just filling space and so I'll quit. I'll come home tonight (it's my monday) and talk about what happened at work. Maybe something interesting will have happened. I'm sure something has.