Pointless Drivel from My Dead Brain

So here I sit, on Tuesday morning. Traffic wasn't bad this morning; that's always a relief. The very large, very loud pieces of heavy machinery that woke me up yesterday promptly at six a.m. thankfully moved location, and presumably tormented someone else this morning at six.

It's forecast to be another warm, dry day in Denver, 'though we'll probably get rain just as I'm driving home. Which means rain on the road. It always amazes me that people who are able to drive 70+ on the way to work in the morning completely forget about the existance of the gas pedal as soon as rain falls. Not a downpour; I understand slowing down for that. I'm talking about a few scattered drops, here and there, not even enough to really darken the pavement.

As I sit here, in my Dilbert-esque cube, pondering the soul-deep truth of the movie Office Space, and how my life resembles it, the air kicks off. Again. Yesterday afternoon, about 3, the time in the afternoon where Time slows, and actually begins moving backward, away from 4:30, and temporary freedom, it died. All air movement in the office stopped. A rush as everyone reached to turn fans on. The air coughed, sputtered, groaned, and died again. About 15 minutes later, again they try the paddles of life, and again the life-giving current fails to revive our beloved air conditioner. It never did work again yesterday, not the way it should.

So again I'm faced with the prospect of being trapped in an office with no air movement, and nothing to cool the air, save fans. But fans only slowly stir the solid warmth that is the air of the office. I'm hoping they get it fixed, but this is the second time this summer it's happened. We're 0 and 2 on air conditioners so far.