The Snow made London Look like a Hurricane swept through it and deposited wet, sticky paper everywhere.
#WritingFromIsolationWard
Helped move PCs Yo
Left iPod in my pocket
Now iPod is broke
How nice, a haiku to my broken iPod.
It’s hot and sticky outside, I am trying to resist the temptation to complain about it, even though I had to work outside in it and get so sweaty that I think I may have developed trench foot from sock sweat. There are Germans from World War I who had drier socks than I have now.
The plant was worse; humid, sticky and smelly to boot.
We moved a ton of computers then cling-wrapped them using a big industrial roll of cling wrap that we had to carry around and so on by hand.
I better be losing weight doing all this stuff, I can certainly feel the burn in my muscles at the end of the day and I haven’t given up on salads instead of fries at lunch and so on. In fact, I’ve been eating fruit in favor of snacks during the day too.