There's a lot to hate about Alabama, but the summer heat has to be number 1. I work in a factory that makes office furniture, and the specific area where I work is located right next to a giant oven that they use to dry the paint on the metal parts. It's been upwards of 90°+ this week, with the heat index being around 102°, which means that where I work, it's about 110° F. Long hours, too; I've gotten overtime every single week since they moved me over there. If you've never worked a 50+ hour week next to an oven in a factory, in Alabama, in June, trust me, it's exactly as much fun as it sounds.
But it's the weekend, and Thor bless it. And even though, between taxes and Jen's rent up north (where I imagine it's nice and cool), I don't get to keep a lot of the money, I'm not complaining. Okay, I'm complaining, but I'm not
quite as miserable as I let on. This job is toughening me up, no doubt about it, and that's a good thing because I'll be the first to tell you that I'm kind of a pussy. And hey, I have a fridge full of Yuengling's, a nice plate of hot wings, Wolf's <i>Black Wings</i> album (highly recommended to anyone with even a passing interest in good old-fashioned heavy metal), and a whole weekend to recover before diving back into the especially shitty work week that's coming on Monday (production is going up... hooray). Life ain't too bad. I'm trying to maintain a more positive attitude than I'm really used to.
One dark element: Lindsay Lohan has apparently stirred up quite a bit of controversy by posting a topless photo of herself on Twitter. I, for one, am shocked and apalled. There's simply no excuse for such naughtiness, and I suspect I'm not alone in thinking a good old-fashioned spanking is in order. And I think I'm just the man for the job.