The air conditioning in my office is now officially blown. The store next door, which is partially cooled by the same unit, is now muggier than a water buffalo's arse, and my office is downright balmy. To make matters worse, I work with men. Lots of men. Men who sweat. Men with questionable hygiene. The whole building smells like a locker room. I walked to the store next door to use the bathroom, because the toilet on my side of the building is blocked up (naturally), and I could not breathe. By the time I made it back to my office I was in a full-on asthma attack. I'm thinking of refusing to return to work until this situation is improved. I believe I have a valid excuse.
And one of my neighbors used my trash can this week and then left it on the curb, making it appear as if I'm the irresponsible one. I don't know what ticked me off more--the fact that they used my trash can when every unit in the complex has an assigned can with the number clearly written on top, or that the bastard didn't return it to the back of the building where it belongs. grumble grumble grumble.
Oh, and the ants have arrived. Yippee!