Damn! I’m hot!
No guys…minds outta the gutters. I’m not talking about ‘hot’ as in the amorous type hot…I mean hot hot…as in…heat! (and anyway…if you knew who I worked with, you’d know that I’d never be that kinda ‘hot’ in the office!) …It’s gotta be 40 degrees in here today.
The ceiling fans cant turn any faster, in fact they’re just about ‘k-chinky’ off the roof and sending the paperwork off desks in mini tornadoes. I’ve left a pool of perspiration on the mouse pad and I dare not lift my butt in fear of sweat rings encircling both my rear end and the seat of the office chair!
I have tributaries running down my cleavage (now thats a feat of its own given the size of my ‘bee stings!) and meeting at my navel and I’m sure if the perspiration seeps any further under my arm pits it will reach the waist band on my pants…then it too can meet at my middle and start an ocean.
So how am I dealing with this heat wave? Not well…In fact the hotter it gets the moodier I become. I’m trying not to talk to anyone…saves being ’snitchy’. I’m tired and …GOD DAMN IRRITABLE!
So…if the landlord of the office building is reading this blog. Can you fix the frickin’ cooling or install a new one…or this pissed off…over heated…sweaty bitch is coming after you! Be afraid…be very afraid!
Hot frustrated women are dangerous at the best of times…and I might even through in some PMS for good measure!
BTW…Happy St.Patricks Day (and to all those party goers at Paddy’s Bar down stairs from our office building…I hope you’re enjoying the cold beer and festivities while some of us try to work in this “*#@!” heat! )
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