11 hours of pounding sand

Today I got to work 11 hours straight, in the heat, mostly spent at the job site trying to find out just how good my deodorant is (pretty good because no one who got near me passed out). I think some people lead mundane or boring lives--they don't get to work that many hours or in 98 degree heat with no AC or enough water to drink in order to replenish the buckets of sweatpiration I expended. Some people have nice places to work with AC, snacks, a cafeteria, and they leave when the hour hand hits 5PM! I must have gotten in the wrong line again, because I don't have snacks or a cafeteria and I rarely leave at 5PM. I do have AC when I'm in my office, so I guess that's a plus, but when I have to be on the job site (because all the cabinets for the house have been delivered and Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum have been left to install them), there are no "perks" unless you count turning red and sweating profusely as "perks". Did you know that perks is skrep spelled backwards. There. Now you have an important piece of information that you can toss about at your next social event when you need to impress someone. Well, I have to go put together something for dinner and drink about 10 gallons of water--perhaps a Depends is in order for sleeping tonight or I'll be dreaming about floating down a river and it will be one level above lucid dreaming...