Yay Jesse, sounds like you hit the apartment jackpot!

And yay Steph for NO HEAT STROKE at the reunion!

My head is throbbing and it's making me nauseous. Bleh. I know I have no right to complain about my wussy little headaches, but I hate waking up with one. Oh well. I have coffee and laundry is started.

So it sounds like I need a tumblr account just to follow everybody, right? I am resisting getting dragged down any new avenues, but this conversation makes me realizing I'm missing a lot of good stuff. Uh, so to speak.

It's going to top 100degF here this weekend. Again. I cannot deal.

Our heat is supposed to break by Monday; I think the high is supposed to be 85 on Monday. And it's amusing that 85 sounds like heaven.

It might hit 80 on Sunday according to my weather app forecast. Quick, move here and you can surely steal someone's home while we are all in the malls and movies complaining that 80 is way too hot. (seriously, someone on my fb was bitching that it was still 60 at 11pm and that was too warm. What??)

So it sounds like I need a tumblr account just to follow everybody, right?

That's why I signed up. All the tumblr bookmarks were getting unwieldy.

It's "only" supposed to hit 92 here today, but the humidity is still making me miserable. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 98/feels like 104. CAN I PLEASE GO TO CANADA NOW???

YAY apartment.

boo heat, but you know Texas in summer, always hot. Should be 100 here today and we are going to the Rangers game tonight. I want mist machines everywhere, but no, they will not have that. I might get a cool cloth at the drucg store today, just to put on my head.

ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN tomorrow.

Wow, we are only supposed to get up to 91 today. That is the lowest temp we have had in a while.

I earned some good karma yesterday... I was getting ready to leave a small, very empty parking lot and when I looked in my rear view mirror I saw a lady crumpled on the ground. I think she had tried to go from the side walk to the parking lot and midjudged the drop. I hopped out and ran over to her. She was older, probably in her 60's, bleeding from the side of her head. I ran into the Honey Baked Ham store to get some napkins and the manager followed me out. The lady had a pretty good cut on the side of her face, near her eye. I gathered her stuff and tried to help her up but she was determined to stand on her own. The manager and I got her cleaned up and bandaided then I drove her to her car. She was so sweet but flustered. I tried to offer to drive her home but she was determined that she was ok to drive.

I'm not gonna complain about the weather here, because that will just jinx things.

I'm up shit creek at work, because I've reached two walls I can't get over, and my manager is mistaking me asking her for help as me giving her status incompletely. No, I need to know if I'm getting help or not, and then I will send out the status that reflects that. These are critical path items. It's the difference between having a paddle or not whilst we are up said creek of shit.

Unless I've suddenly been empowered to hire people, in which case--excuse me, I'm about to go on a resource spree. All your developers are belong to us.

Crud, ita. Hope things sort out soon and you get a competent developer.