Holy Hotness Batman!

Holy Hotness Batman!! It's 80 degrees in my office. Really?? You think I jest?? If my phone could upload pics I would prove it to you.

Who wants to sweat? Who wants to sweat in their DRESS clothes for pete's sake?? I mean I know my sexiness is overwhelming to begin with when I drag my tired ass up out of bed, poke my contacts in, take a shower, shake off the water, swab some mascara on and head into work. But sweat?? That brings it to a whole other level!

Here I sit at my desk, with my completely flat, stringy hair (which btw I actually CURLED this morning!!) with raccoon eyes, the rest of my makeup melting off at a rapid rate; my dress is clinging to me in ALL the wrong ways, legs sticking to these tacky plastic chairs where you might actually rip your skin off each time you try to stand up. All my focus going to how many drips of sweat down my back and cleavage might result in some odor emanating from my office door. If I wanted to look like I had just returned from the gym with my manly sweat look I would have gone to the GYM!!

Here's the best part. The coworker next door... is COLD and ready for this....HAD HER HEATER ON!! I had threatened her about doing this so she waited until I left for lunch, ran it for a little bit and turned it back off before I returned. Ironically I said upon my return (before I knew this) "It seems even hotter in here now then before I left!" Um probably since the sneak had ran her heater!

I have rummaged through my drawers and found a tiny fan, placed it about 1/2 an inche from my face, drying out my contacts and ruining the last of the curl in my string bean hair. Really it's not helping, but mentally it makes me feel like it is!

Happy Monday ya'll!

P.S. It supposed to be 86 degrees here tomorrow, any bets on how hot it gets in the office before I start stripping??