Tuesday, September 28, 2010

They finally started

Yesterday, at 7am, I was awakened by the dulcet tones of city workers preparing our street for the devastation to come. They were trimming trees before ripping up the surface for repaving.

As you all know by now, yesterday was hellishly hot in the City of Angels, and to make matters worse, our office building's AC unit froze up and shut down. Woo Hoo! Sweatstache anyone? Our server room was overheating fast, so we closed down the office and sent everyone home. Except I couldn't go home (see last post, re: parking sucks). Instead, I went to my friend's house and watched an awful movie, which we then could not stop talking about (kudos to you, director, for keeping us engaged).

When I got home, it was this hot inside my apartment:
With two fans running, I managed to cool it down to a balm 94 for bedtime. It was no use. I tossed and turned, then lay perfectly still with one fan blowing directly on me for the rest of the night (but slept very little). So, imagine my pleasure at being woken up at 6am by more construction vehicles scraping their way down the street.

It's going to be a long week.


MonkeyGurrrrrl said...

Man, if it's anything like the construction they're doing on our street, I feel for you. It's been over a week, and they start at 6am on SATURDAYS, too (ask me how I know).

Last nite? Wine+Cough Medicine. Both were necessary and justified for getting any kind of sleep. Hopefully tonight will be better for all of us.

Lori Dyan said...

I had a friend who was living in a sweat box and would lie in bed with cold, wet towels covering him. Can't help you with the construction workers, though. That sucks.

Mama Mary said...

Ok, I read people's comments that say something like, "that was so funny I spit my coffee out," and I always wonder if they mean it. Well, I literally just spit yogurt from my mouth at "sweatstache"--no exaggeration. I'm sure I've heard that term before but for some reason reading it here just struck me as really funny. Also, I can relate. After kids I sweat like i'm on fire. All. The. Time.