Pouting

Yes, I’m still pouting. Yet another day with no air conditioning at work! I was cooked in a 100-degree oven that is supposedly my office. At least today management rented these huge blower thingies with tubing jutting forth blasting cooler air. They look like robots from a really bad 50’s sci-fi flick. Danger, Will Robinson, Danger! I forget that robots name, but you get the idea.