an ode to air conditioning

sliced my finger lost the barcodes can’t find cables or my list sweating over boxes (forgot the handcart) ripping stacking freaking out (forgot my drink bottle ) but now sitting down everything is just fine because at least the air con’s working (still having a bit of a creative dry-spell… I personally blame the madness of work at the moment. 5 hours of textbook selling at an English language school is certainly enough to drive you stir-crazy – especially when you’re bombarded with tricky questions when you return to the store, and manage to work an 8 til 5 shift … Continue reading an ode to air conditioning