It's hot as hell at work. The air-conditioning and ventilation system conked. It's a stuffy and humid 89 Fahrenheit on the 3rd floor . It's even hotter by the window cube that I just got kicked out of.
The ice machine in the break room also died.
The water fountains are room temp.
The bosses go to Wal-Mart and buy bottled water and ice. We line up like refugees, all sweaty and disheveled, broken in spirit by our work, broken in body by the heat.
Then the Bank network crashes. It's a national issue.
Tomorrow is my last day.
2 comments:
I hope you didn't drink that walmart water! jk.
I haven't set foot inside a wal-mart for many years, nor do I have any plan to do so.Ever.
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