Does it even get cold in the south?

Today consisted of waking at 4:40am & pounding down two cups of coffee while tip-toeing around the house trying not to disturb the inch of dust that is coating half of my kitchen. And by dust I am referring to drywall dust. I threw away an entire bowl of peanut M&M's this morning that were on my counter. There should be a law against throwing chocolate away. I might turn myself in.

Work consisted of running rampant around the store and breaking a sweat within the first 8 minutes in the door.  I swear corporate doesn't think when they should. They've already turned the store's air down because they think 60 degrees is cold in North Carolina. Well we are from Michigan. We were born with ice in our veins.  Don't they know we don't even break out our coats til at least 30.  Hell... 80% of my fellow employees are still in shorts, but on the heat goes.  And mind you, I work in the electrical department where every display has a light bulb burning away at my flesh & retinas. People that live down south don't even function when it gets to 30 degrees. If it even gets that low.  So work ticked along and I swear I lost 4 lbs just in sweat loss.  My contractor text me at 10:50 in the morning to let me know he wasn't coming today. Or possibly tomorrow. Shit, why come Friday, make it a long weekend. I wish I could work one day a week. Strike that one day every 9 days.  Onward....

I picked up my niece & dog on the way home, waited for my daughter to get off the bus and went to my parents where my dad provided us with a terrible dinner of boneless breaded pork chops & instant mashed potatoes... did I mention there were baked beans? Really?!  The man cooks, every day, but he does it so poorly and if you offer him an ounce of advice you get your head chopped off in the guillotine.  After the oh-so-delectable dinner from Pop's, I headed home to watch some more of my DVR'ed shows & get ready for volleyball. Which inevitably equalled more sweating.  Fail.  We only won 2 of our 5 games which seems to be the theme lately. Perhaps the theme could be because I play with one 26 year old, myself, 28, & four over 50's.  Time to rethink this whole Wednesday  Women's League thing...