Do you see that A/C behind me?
It started out strong at 6 this morning. At one point I only had half of it turned on. As the hours passed, it began to lose the battle against the cruel Qatari desert. And so, I sat diligently in my wireline cab, sweating like an athlete for almost 12 hours. The orange coveralls? They’ve coagulated with my skin via a sweaty adhesive. My office chair suggests I may have wet myself. Frankly- ot doesn’t sound like a bad cooling strategy. The sun has yet to dip below the horizon and it is already cooler outside.
Two jobs, two different units, two sorry busted air conditioners. What will tomorrow bring?