WTF?

[mad_andy]

It's hot.



Why is it hot?

This is England. We have foul weather. We're an island. Wet summers and miserable winters, yes? So much fog it's amazing the whole country doesn't rust shut.

It's hot and it's humid and I, oh yes I had the great idea to go work in a shop where the walls are lined with glass tanks with heat mats at the back of them. And even heat lights.

*Stifles*

The animals are loving it. I'm sweating a lot. I keep spraying myself with cold water and standing in front of the fans, which means by the end of the day I look like a badly made haystack. Sexay.

The giant rats have failed to savage me again today, although it's not for lack of trying; every time I have to squeeze past their cage to go to the loo the male is smashed up against the bars, trying to reach me and biting the bars in his frustration when he fails. That animal really hates me....

I also had another total failure to resist, and have now added a pair of blotched king snakes (Lampropeltis getula goini) to my collection. *Ahem* Well, they were the first king snakes I'd ever handled that didn't automatically crap all over me, and they're awfully pretty.

Honest.

So I have to sneak those into the house when Slay isn't looking. I suspect the best time will be when he leaves to fly to New Zealand on business, HAR HAR HAR!

It's still too hot.

Oh yes! And I think Bandita is gravid (that is, carrying eggs). She's looking heavy toward the back end and refused her mouse last night, which is *very* unlike her. She and Zico are utter pigs. Although speaking of bull snakes, I am in *so* much trouble (again): the male albino bull escaped last night and is still AWOL somewhere in the house. :( Boy did I get a bollocking when I 'fessed up. He'll turn up.

I hope.

Because the container is going on friday (WHOOPEE!) which, whilst awesome, does mean the house is full of a gazillion boxes of utter crap. I keep sneaking boxes out to the garden and burning them before Slay asks what's in them, but he's usually quicker than I am. I keep working on it.

However, this means that bloody Bandit has even more places to hide than usual, so hopefully he'll get bored and come out before winter arrives... *sigh*

OK, time to flop on the sofa and enjoy the peace until Slay comes home and turns the TV on. Bleargh.

It's too hot!

Comments

[bella-cheval.livejournal.com]

It's been horribly hot here as well, and humid as fuck. It's all supposed to break sometime today, but the farmers are blessing the weather because their crops are growing like mad.

[silentinflames.livejournal.com]

Hey, you stoled our weather!

*pulls on sweater*

Srsly, we had like 16°C. :(

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

I ahd kids today coming into the food tech room saying it was the coolest place in the school, simply because I'd made sure all the windows were open right from the start of the day...

PS It was my last day, in case you didn't catch me cheering elsewhere ;-)

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Yeah man, what's with the career change? To me it seems like a shame because hey, there's always a need for good teachers - but on the other hand, *boy* do I understand how the pressures of a profession simply aren't worth the grief of dealing with them.

And the relief of standing up and saying hey, you know what? Stuff this.

So now you can take a step back and find something else, with the advantage that you have a much better handle on what you are and aren't prepared to do, what you need, all that good stuff. And I have no doubt that whatever you choose to do, you will absolutely excel at it!

*HUGS*

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

As someone high up at the school said to me "There's a certain type of person that the government wants to be teaching in state schools. Just because you don't fit that mould doesn't mean you're not a good teacher..."

So we're concentrating on quality of life rather than bothering with this vocation-malarky - moving back to Wales to live closer to my family, and my main criteria for new job are decent salary and allows me time in the evening to write etc.