Hiding from the Heat...

[savageseraph]

I am preparing to hibernate. It is supposed to be about 105 F (about 40 C) here the next two days, and except for walking the wee hound, I plan on keeping my ass inside in the air conditioning. The little hound and I have food and drink, internet and books and fluffy toys that squeak, so we're all set. When the weather is hotter than your body temperature, you should not be out in it. I think that's a RULE somewhere.

My stress mini-meltdown last night has abated. I was knotted up and borderline weepy, totally twisted. But wrapping up the project and having the weekend here and knowing next week is a two-day work week with a five-day break has improved my mood tremendously. I think that moving about 75% of my shit at work to my new cube, which used to be my old cube, helped too. I'm still clearly not well equipped when it comes to moving and major changes, the emotional fallout of the move down South is still rattling around inside me. Clearly.

Also, I come bearing bug stories. One for tonight, the other for tomorrow.

BUG STORY - THE FIRST

Today J-- (one of the guys at work whose company I like best) is lurking in the aisle outside my cube while I'm on the phone. When I get off, he says, "Can I see you for a minute?"

I say, "Sure," and get up to go with him to his cube.

When I get into the aisle, he says, "Do you mind if I go into your cube?" as he's rolling up a magazine.

Naturally, I'm suspicious at this point. "Why?"

K-- (whose cube is diagonally across from mine) says, "Because a GIANT wasp, just like FLOATED RIGHT OVER YOUR HEAD and onto your shelf!"

I think I must have made the horror-movie victim face and said something like, "How did it get in here?"

K-- says, "It was big enough to be carrying its own key card." Nice.

So during all this J-- is moving shit on my shelf and swatting with a focus. It takes several only stunning blows to finally connect with one that makes the fucker explode.

Wasp whacked.

The end.

Comments

[caras-galadhon.livejournal.com]

"It was big enough to be carrying its own key card."
Ahahahah! I'm sorry, I know how you feel about things like this, it's just now I have this horrible vision in my head of a giant wasp with a briefcase and hat swiping its way into the building and trundling its way into its own cube. *snerk*

*hugs* I'm glad J took care of it. ^_^

[savageseraph.livejournal.com]

He's a good person. A very good person.

Yeah. That's about the image I got, which distracted me a bit from the horror of it being in my cube.

[rubyelf.livejournal.com]

I highly disapprove of wasps in my vicinity.

[savageseraph.livejournal.com]

Agreed. 100% agreed.

And I'm quite tickled by how well your icon goes with your comment. ^_^

[rubyelf.livejournal.com]

In my rubyverse Boromir disapproves of many things, most of them done by hobbits or elves or his brother... or anyone else, so I have need of several disapproving-Boromir icons.

[savageseraph.livejournal.com]

Hee. There are worse things to have icons of. ^_^

[i-llbedammned.livejournal.com]

The heat makes me want to burrow somewhere where it is shady. The ground always feels so much cooler.

[savageseraph.livejournal.com]

I know. Even though I'm in AC here at home, I like to stretch out on the floor with writing implements or books. It just feels cooler to me, even though I know it's probably all in my head.