No sleep for two days now. It’s been 27C in my hotel room the last two nights; no air-con, no ventilation. No refunds either.
In Hellsdump House, the office in which I attempt to work while awaiting the chop at the end of the month, the only portion that is air-conditioned is the director’s offices. Temperatures in the office reached 27.2C. People collapsed, fainted, wore beach wear or ran up and down with their underpants on their heads, shrieking. Actually I made the last bit up. Most people just slumped at their terminals. I just sat there, giggling (not from the heat, but because I had found this site), and being avoided by everyone else.
Hope I’m more coherent than I feel. Sleep-deprivation is weird. Cooler this morning. Who knows, I may get some sleep tonight.