... even cold water showers don't cool you off.
... outside stops being an option and starts being a punishment.
... it's too hot to go to the beach.
... you get so sick of rabbit food that you cook a roast chook, just say to say 'fuck you' to the weather.
... partial nudity is suddenly acceptable.
... the ocean looks lower.
... suddenly everyone works for the Bureau of Meteorology.
... you start feeling a weeny bit tough as leather about exactly how many days of scorching heat wave you and all your fellow South Australians have endured ... from your air-conditioned offices.
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
Don't give me that 5hit! This isn't hot!
ReplyDeleteSook!
...you go outside to squirt your rabbit five times a day and he - always silent - GROWLS at you
ReplyDelete...everyone suddenly becomes very interested in your husband's job
...thongs are washed as you're showering and plugging up the bath to slosh the water onto the lawn (for the rabbit to lie on when its in shadow);
Gin and Tonics. Now there's an excuse to have them any time after 4pm!
not to get all, 'that's not a heatwave...' on you, but whimps and whingers the lot of youse
ReplyDeleteShippy - ... in your air-conditioned office.
ReplyDeleteKath - Surely that's a typo? You mean after 11am?
Third Cat - Waves crash and end ... whereas the desert *insert mystical sitar music* NEVER ENDS ....
ReplyDeleteAh, good thing I've just spent the last three days at a conference at a resort in batemans bay, my cabin a stone's throw from the beach.
ReplyDelete"scorching heat wave"
ReplyDeleteThat's the hot air that rises up to meet you as you walk along that little stretch of Magill road, wait at the lights, then continue along Portrush road, with the sun beating down (no shade) and the heat rising up off the concrete and bitumen, add the heat coming from the exhaust and slipstream of the big trucks passing. Thank goodness it's only about 5 minutes of my day. I hate that hot "cold" shower business too, especially now with the water restrictions I can't even stay under the spray long enough for the cooler water to start flowing.
haha - true that. But remember 2007..? I did my days in the heat back then.
ReplyDeleteHence now my choice to move back into the office.
What about Mojitos Kath?
DK - We're all so happy for you.
ReplyDeleteRiver - Water restrictions? Did you know that those restriction policies apply to about 4% of water usage in the state? Most of it on people's gardens?
I say: shower away in righteousness and cool.
Go on - tell them Franzy said it was okay.
Shippy - Sounds great, cowboy.
Franzy I'm going to have to pull your up on your last comment. While the domestic water restrictions only apply to 4% irrigators also have restrictions who use 75% of the states water. Try running a business using only 34% of a resource you used to have and then imagine the knock on effects in the community. You've got whole towns dying out there due to the lack of water.
ReplyDeleteJacobs - Well, I'm happy to stand corrected, or at least accept a chastising on behalf of food producers.
ReplyDeleteI still say that River should be allowed a cool shower for ten minutes (20!) because over a week it still won't equal the mega-blasting going on in the suburbs to keep the gardens alive for up to six hours a week.
I've settled for a quick sluice to get the sweat and dust off, then sitting in front of the fan with a wet sheet wrapped around. It's amazingly cooling.
ReplyDeleteLooks like I was wrong, it is actually a 48% allocation. My mistake.
ReplyDeleteAgreed with your comments about the pouring of water onto gardens. Maybe we should all shower in the petunias.