My shifts this week have been in "the tugs", which is named after the large green or yellow bins you tug around due to their size. I'll go around different parts of the hospital and collect replace bins, load them up in the large van we have, then dispose of them in our compound. A lot of time spent outdoors on these shifts and I'm loving it. Don't get me wrong, it is absolutely fucking sweltering and I'm knackered, but the moment I'm about to complain I think about hmv or cex, and feel so fucking glad I'm not there.
And I'm tug all next week too when it's supposed to continue. Faaacking laaaavly moy san.
It's the end of days when, in Scotland, you're waiting for our to cool down so you can head for the beach. Highest ever recorded temp in Glasgow yesterday at just under 33 degrees. Apparently even the parks were dead in the afternoon even though the kids are on their school holidays.
Good luck heading to the beach anyway. Trains are off because we don’t buy tempered steel for UK rail lines. It’s too expensive, apparently. Our untempered steel rails are considered unsafe in these temperatures. What larks.
What’s surprised me is how close to the cut-off tolerance we must normally be. I mean, it’s very hot this week, yes, but surely only by five or six degrees more than usual high summer days.
Our trains barely work when it falls below 10 degrees, and barely work when it goes above 25. But at least in that 15 degree window we can rely... *face cracks in two from the pressure of not laughing*
The thing with trains in this country is the weather is just "today's excuse" for cancellations and delays.
If the days with good conditions were not plagued by seven other layers of bullshit it might be alright.
Got a train no probs this lunchtime. Was a bit worried though. Lovely pleasant air conditioned journey to work, before I got on a sweaty bus surrounded by junkies for the final leg.
Visiting my parents in Preston. BBC says 27°C feels like 29°C but the thermometer says 31°C, and that's in the shade... I can't remember the weather being this hot since the 2012 Olympics.
Lads it's got so bad I'm having to wear my ankle length twatty chinos and roll my shirt sleeves up, coat/hoodie has been relegated to the backpack for the last week what is this madness?
"Let me tell you, when yung Rouj had his Senna and Mansell Scalextric, Frank was the goddamn Professor X of F1."