I love saunas. I love that soggy, warm pine smell that goes with them. I love breathing in deeply and feeling my lungs get slightly toasted. I even love it when those little droplets start forming on your skin and slide down your back or front. And you don't care because you don't know whether it's sweat or condensation. Ask anyone and they'll tell you that my lifelong ambition is to be the proud owner of a sauna.
Sitting in a sauna is great, fine. I can handle that. Working in one is a totally different matter. The store I work in is 30 years old. Therefore the air conditioning is 30 years old. Some doubt its cleanliness, others doubt its functionality. For all we know, we could be slowly dying of dehydration and Legionnaires disease and not know it. I work on the second floor. According to some, hot air rises. Yes, yes it does. I work in the TV/HiFi section. TVs and computers generate heat. Welcome to the sauna. Except in this sauna you know that the droplets down your back are sweat.
3 comments:
j-lou. that's a new one. haven't heard that one before. tee hee.
welcome to the sauna, we've got fun and games???
Poor jess. On the other hand, most of your customers aren't drunk.
The music at your work is just as annoying though. Badly produced, overly saccharine carols as opposed to the 'muthaf*kka, yo, yo' sort of hip-hop.
Which is worse?
claire - i've had to listen to human nature's motown album all week. Tis very scary. I've also listened to some random Italian singers and yes, loads of cheesy christmas carols.
gary - I still maintain that I won that little contest based on being the smallest and still surviving.
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