not the most productive weekend
22 Jun 2021 04:10 pmI've thought that bugbites make itchy lumps on everybody my entire life until Sunday Wax told me it's because I'm having an allergic reaction to them and my need to dab hydrocortisone everywhere is NOT universal.
It's 30° C or 86° F right now, a normal May or April temperature in my Alabama childhood, but a burdensome heat for southern Finland, where there's still widespread lack of airconditioning and widespread lack of understanding how to dress for it (the number of people out in full sun without hats and in long black pants complaining about the heat will never cease to amaze me). Our house's engineering is still keeping it bearable or pleasant enough on the North half of the downstairs, with the diningroom 24° (75° F) and the livingroom 26° (79° F).
However, I'm not looking forward to still being stuck in the garden section at work tomorrow. Perhaps if I ask again to be given the ordinary stocking, pricing, and register training that I was theoretically meant to have started three weeks ago? (I was going to make a point of it last week, but one of the two garden department workers had to be out all week because her kid was sent for another round of corona tests, and that would have left the whole department with nobody who had been given basic instruction in how to water the plants if I hadn't done it. I hope she's back this week.)
It's 30° C or 86° F right now, a normal May or April temperature in my Alabama childhood, but a burdensome heat for southern Finland, where there's still widespread lack of airconditioning and widespread lack of understanding how to dress for it (the number of people out in full sun without hats and in long black pants complaining about the heat will never cease to amaze me). Our house's engineering is still keeping it bearable or pleasant enough on the North half of the downstairs, with the diningroom 24° (75° F) and the livingroom 26° (79° F).
However, I'm not looking forward to still being stuck in the garden section at work tomorrow. Perhaps if I ask again to be given the ordinary stocking, pricing, and register training that I was theoretically meant to have started three weeks ago? (I was going to make a point of it last week, but one of the two garden department workers had to be out all week because her kid was sent for another round of corona tests, and that would have left the whole department with nobody who had been given basic instruction in how to water the plants if I hadn't done it. I hope she's back this week.)