We have been receiving a lot of bad weather lately. It is good for the agriculture workers but I feel like lots of rain ruins summer plans. There are a lot of things I have to do but I cannot do them since it is raining. There are things that require you to go outside. The other annoying part about all of the rain is that it is bringing a lot of humidity into our region. It makes my hair frizz up and I sweat like crazy. It has also been seeping into the house lately. I can feel it in the air. Our house has an air conditioning system, but the air has seemed to feel so heavy. It feels kind from dense and uncomfortable. I have also noticed my skin getting a little clammy. We called the local HVAC business to ask an HVAC technician what was happening. We weren’t sure if the air conditioning system was functioning appropriately. The HVAC technician told us that the problem was not with the air conditioner. We just have excess moisture getting into the house which is totally normal. The way to beat something like this is to get a dehumidifier. What this piece of equipment does is remove all of the excess moisture in the house that we have been feeling. We were interested in getting this if it would help the feel of the home. The HVAC technician installed the system for our family. It was an easy process. He also told us precisely how it worked and how often to get maintenance on it. The HVAC technician was super helpful and our excess moisture problem has not returned since this instance.
Going home after a fun vacation isn’t exactly the most fun time. In fact it is quite the opposite of fun. It is actually the worst type of feeling. It’s the worst because it’s important to go back to reality and get to work. That is what I hate. On top of coming back to reality, I also came home to a complete tragedy. My house ended up feeling warm and humid. It was the same as it felt outside. I checked the thermostat and the house for anything I could fix or that had gone wrong. I noticed that I left the windows wide open in every bedroom. That was where the hot humid air came out of. When I couldn’t turn my air conditioner back on, that ended up being because I left the windows open. The air was escaping through these windows and the air conditioner needed to work way harder simply to put the cool air into my home. I blame myself for my HVAC breakdown. You shouldn’t keep your windows or doors open while the HVAC system is running or you may need to fix stuff me. A broken HVAC system in addition to a house that is entirely to help hot and humid is not ideal. Now I have to call the HVAC technician to come repair it as soon as possible. I hope I don’t have to wait too long either. The worst part about the breakdown is that you never know if they’re going to head over and fix it right away or if you’re going to have to wait some time for them to come to your house.
I have been forced by my parents to attend a summer camp for 4 weeks and I am so underwhelmed about the whole thing. They thought it would be good for me become more active and social but I don’t think that’s going to be the case. My camp counselors keep having all of us go outside and do dumb activities without any kind of sunscreen or HVAC systems and keep us comfy and cool and I do not feel happy about that. I do not think I have ever been this uncomfortable not being inside with my house’s magnificent HVAC system that is so good to me every single summer. I do not understand the other kids and their thought process. It is like they enjoy sweating like pigs with no A/C unit to keep them cooled down. The other kids seem to be completely fine running around in a hot field without any kind of HVAC systems to keep him or her cool. I cannot keep up with these kids, I need an HVAC system in order to operate on a functional tier. Because of my thought process and utter lack of enthusiasm to play outside without an HVAC system I am known as the boring stuck up kid. I am good with not being talked to though, I am pretty anti social anyway. What I am mostly concerned about is that I do not have any HVAC system to keep me cool. I have been known to faint from heat exhaustion so if by some miracle I am able to pull through this without any type of HVAC system then I are going to be extremely proud of myself. Then again, there is still another 30 days left in camp so I am not quite sure what to expect.
One of the many toughest lessons I have learned in this life is the importance of finding time for what makes me happy. I have been trying to remember it and practice it because it is the key to living a happy life. I notice a total difference in my attitude and my lifestyle in general whenever I make time for the things that make me happy. Life can be overwhelming at times and throws a million curveballs regularly. It can be hard to deal with and can even be disheartening. I have found that the ultimate way to deal with it, though, is by being sure every week I set a while aside to do what helps make me happy. I love making time to cook and bake. When I find time to be in the kitchen, I am inside the zone – the happy zone – and nothing can shift that. I find a modern recipe, pull out all of the required ingredients, turn some popular music up, and get to concocting. My oven always makes the entire house heat up. Before I am able to work in the kitchen, I flip the fan and turn down the temperature on the thermostat. The air conditioner turns on in the same way the oven heats up, and so the house is the perfect temperature while I am in the kitchen. When I am finished using the oven plus it cools down, the house will become chilly, so I have to turn off the fan and turn the temperature up a few degrees on the thermostat to sleep in comfort. Then I sit back with my freshly cooked or even baked food and relax, content to experience having spent time doing something which puts a smile on my own face.
I managed to get into an argument earlier this week with one of my school friends. They told me persons who go to trade school don’t succeed and are kind of unimportant. My friend rambled on about precisely how unintelligent and useless people are that choose to attend trade school instead of a regular university for a real education. I am not generally the type to argue because I abhor arguments, but their ideology was so skewed that it must be corrected. I asked, irritated by way of their declarations, what they would do without those who were trained at a trade school. That stumped them and they also wanted to know what it was that I meant. We were having our argument upon a very hot day, sitting outside on a porch with cold lemonade looking at us. I created a hypothetical situation to clarify my point. I told them to suppose they went inside today to top off their drink and after they walked into the home, they realized that something was really wrong because it was remarkably hot inside. I wanted to understand what they would do should they realized the reason the property was so hot – considering that their air conditioner had broken. They said that they would probably just call a nearby HVAC company to fix the problem. I asked how the HVAC technicians would know to repair the problem. They told me that they just knew tips on how to do repair air conditioners because it was what they were trained for. My friend had been helping me prove my stage, but I continued and asked where they thought that technicians at the HVAC supplier learned how to do all the repair work. My friend got quiet, acknowledging my point, then apologized sheepishly. I merely shrugged, mildly annoyed, but glad they will now understood.
Since I was young, I’ve been motivated by coffee. I first had it as I was only four years old, and I stole a drink of my mom’s cup whereas she was washing dishes. It’s so bitter that at first I hated it, but in the future, I started to crave it constantly. My parents discouraged it, but I started drinking caffeine every morning once I started high school. The teachers thought it has been funny, but they still allow me to use the coffee maker inside their break room since I was a good student. Since I had this passion, I decided to try my hand at being a barista in college. I started in a chain but quickly left it for this family-run store in my home town. I loved every part with it–the smell of coffee, the off the shelf customers, and even doing the dishes in the final analysis of the day. I especially loved being in the baking shift before the retail outlet opened. The two women who owned the store were coming from down south, so whenever that temperature dipped, they turned the heating up high. I would come in at three-thirty at dawn to bake bagels for the day, and I would be toasty warm from commence to finish of my shift. During the winter it was even a lot more nice, to wake up freezing cold and look forward to standing under the vent in the kitchen with the smell associated with coffee and baking bread to remain with me throughout the day. From then on, one of the most essential things for me in a job is that I’ll be nice and warm all day long. I always prefer to get access to the thermostat as well, though that’s definitely more rare since energy costs are so much higher.
After summer’s come back around, it’s yard sale season again. When I was growing up, my parents made an immense deal out of how we all had to participate. I spent hours sorting as a result of my room to find things so as to sell in our driveway. Our whole town took part there, making it a weekend event on a yearly basis. It would run on some Saturday or Sunday, about some hours, and people would come from a few towns over simply for browsing. No matter how much I enjoyed the garage sale (and the possibility of making some of our money), I always hated how hot it got in days past. My best friend lived not far away, and his parents had made it so that their garage had air conditioning as well. His mother worked as being an HVAC technician, and she established ductwork throughout their entire dwelling, including a section of their porch to boot. I loved it, because after we would hang out at his place, we had the option of entering his garage and sitting within the cool air blowing out from the vents before we went back outside in the heat. Well, when I was nine, it got exceptionally hot during that weekend. The asphalt in the street was sticky, and the box fan with my window was no match for nearly ninety-degree weather. It was so humid within our metal garage that I ended up getting heatstroke, and had to have dad take me to the emergency room to ensure that I was okay. Since subsequently, I’ve been extra cautious to ensure mine and my family’s safety in the case of climate control.
When you live in the northern country you have to expect that you’ll experience some really cold, freezing winters. Well, where we live we are never disappointed. Last winter we had a two day period certainly where a snow band just parked over a certain part of our neighborhood and dumped several feet of snow. Most people would probably lose their minds about this but for us it was just something that happens. We made the best of the situation. We turned walls of snow into temporary fridges and freezers, and we played a whole lot of games with our family. Which means that, basically we spent a great deal of time together. We really didn’t have an alternative since we were stuck in the house together for three days. The snow had just been dropped on us so quickly that there was no way to avoid having it block doorways and garage doors. It was extremely bizarre. When the storm initially hit my daughter had a friend over, so we called her parents to make sure they know that it was probably best that she just remain faithful to us rather than anyone wanting to drive through the storm. Properly, after the second day of being trapped in our house my daughter’s friend mentioned that she didn’t mind a great deal. We asked her why that was and she said that the house stayed nice and warm and that the temperature seemed to stay the same regardless of what room she was in. My husband told her that we’d just had an alternative furnace installed in September and it was high efficiency together with effective. She asked that we provide her parents our HVAC provider’s name and number.
I am currently at the starting stages of going through menopause. I am not sure if you ever heard much about menopause, but one of many things that can happen to us women is that any of us can suffer from hot flashes, and/or night sweats. I have friends that have told me that sometimes they are required to get out of bed in the course of the night and change their pajamas along with the sheets because everything is over loaded in sweat. I have already been out with my girlfriends when they have experienced a hot flash. Watching their face turn crimson, and them fanning themselves feverishly makes me dread what I do believe is coming very soon. The good thing is, I don’t have it that badly, but I do have some nights where I must toss the blankets off of me because I feel as though I might be melting. We have a programmable thermostat, a true blessing. Originally, we had the air conditioning unit set to go down to only 71 degrees at night. Last week, I asked my husband if he could reprogram it in order that the temperature would go down to 69 at night. I’m hoping that this small adjustment helps me avoid having to get up in the middle of the night to throw the blankets off all of me. The programmable thermostat allows us to have the temperature of the home change with the activity level going on in our home. There is no point in cooling all the house when we are at the office all day, but it’s nice to come home at 5pm to uncover the house is already cool.
I just work at a nursing home and most of the time it is very rewarding. The old people are so thankful that you have nurses and attendants to address them and are usually really kind. One issue we sometimes experienced is arguments regarding temperature. All old people always are cold. No matter what you are doing or where, they need a sweater as they are chilly. I completely understand, but it is hard for the individuals who are running around and working to remain cold. Me and my coworkers tend to be always sweating and we never know what to do because if we turn the air conditioning on slightly, just to cool-down, we get yelled at from the old people. One day, I was so hot I couldn’t stand it. I turned the air conditioning on full blast and told the many oldies that the HVAC unit had broken so with the next few hours, they needed to bundle up because it would be cold. I said we were waiting on an HVAC technician and he should be here towards the end of the day. They complained and said these folks were living in a hellhole and that they were going to call their particular kids to have them move completely to another home. This was dramatic and additionally I let them threaten me. Eventually my boss came on the site, turned the HVAC unit off of and brought the temperature back up to 75 degrees. I have been fired even though I thought my idea was unquestionably brilliant.