Where’s The Tylenol?

I meant to write last night, but I wasn’t able to do so.  I was stricken with a migraine, which I have not experienced in a few years.  When I was younger, even dating back to when I was a kid, I used to get migraines all the time.  As an adult, these have not occurred as often as they used to.  Yesterday afternoon, a migraine hit me and it hit me pretty good.  I had reached a point I couldn’t bear being awake any further.

I consider myself very fortunate, in that I have always been able to sleep these off.  This is why I ended up going to sleep last night at 7:45pm.  I didn’t care if the sun was still out either.  As it was, the sun was just setting, so it wasn’t as dark as I would have liked.  Still, with the sleeping mask I use, I was able to create that dark environment that I so desperately needed to get to sleep.  I slept it off and thankfully, I slept soundly.  I have never had a migraine for two consecutive days, so in some way, I woke up this morning refreshed, dare I say, rejuvenated.

One of my primary triggers for these damn migraines would be heat.  When temperatures outside become too hot, I can usually manage.  It’s when the temperatures inside become unbearable that I can find myself almost fearing the onset of a migraine.  At work, I’ve complained about this many, many times before.  My cubicle is apparently that excessively warm environment that makes me susceptible to migraines.  Yesterday, as was the case this afternoon, my cubicle fluctuated between 80 and 82 degrees between 12pm and when I left at 4:15pm.  “Fluctuated” is actually generous, though really not entirely accurate, because once 12:04pm struck, it never dipped below 81.  I was miserable.  As we approach the summer months, it’s only going to get warmer.  This means that my cubicle will likely climb to 83, if not beyond.  I will undoubtedly end up being increasingly uncomfortable.

I’ve complained and complained to management about the vent above my desk not working.  Still, nothing has been done.  Air does not come out of that thing.  I don’t even think that dust comes out of it either.  Even in the morning when I get there at 4:40am, my desk is already between 75 and 77 degrees.  I have a small fan at my desk, though this does little to make my immediate environment comfortable.  In fact, it really doesn’t do anything except create an environment for my eyes to dry out.

I know it could be worse.  I could have a job that could have me working outside all the time.  I could be exposed to the outside elements in a more direct fashion.  But here’s the thing.  I work inside of an office.  I’ve been in that building for many years and this is the first time I’ve had to go through this sort of thing.  Sadly, this has been going on for several months now and as far as I’m concerned, I’m not seeing relief in sight.

In the meantime, I have come to dread afternoons in that office.  It’s bad enough I have to deal with horrible co-workers.  Now, I’m having to deal with the damn heat because apparently, all of my complaints continue to fall upon dead ears.

Terrible heat.  Shitty co-workers.  I can’t win…until payday, I suppose.