All I remember from growing up around here was rain. Lots of rain. I liked rain. We haven't had a lot of rain as of late. In fact today it was 82 degrees out when I got in my car at 5 pm to come home. I really love leaving for work at 7:40 and arriving home at 5:30, as opposed to when we lived down there and carpooled... we'd leave at 7:10 and get home maybe 6, 6:15. Brutal.
I learned that the lake in our private park used to have river otters and eagles, but they ate so much of the bass that they were trapped and sent elsewhere. A shame.
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It's supposed to rain again down here tomorrow, if it makes you feel any better. And I work from 7am-5pm, but my commute is 10-15 minutes each way. And because they force us to take hour long lunches instead of half hours (in which case I'd get the same amount of work done yet still get home earlier or sleep later) I often times drive home for lunch and make a sandwich... just relax.
In conclusion, I've had worse jobs. And the weather's fine.
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