Yesterday afternoon, I thought our aircon has stopped working because even while it’s set on high cool, I found myself panting and sweating. I stood up and placed my hand by the louver and while it was whirring and blowing a light breeze, it barely cooled our little space.
For a moment there it made me nervous, for if the aircon’s broken the timing would be so wrong, as I can’t afford to buy a new unit. But come to think of it, even if I happen to have the moolah, where can I buy one with this nationwide lockdown? (I have ordered an industrial-type wall fan online and I don’t even know when I can expect that delivered).
It was only when the door opened that I realized there’s nothing wrong with our cooling unit. I felt this rush of warm, balmy air blowing in you’d swear it’s the breath of the devil himself.
It was particularly hot outside. You know that feeling when you go near the condenser coils on the back of old refrigerators? That area where many use to dry socks back in the day? Remember the warm air on the skin? I’m not even kidding, that’s how hot it was. Obviously, our old window-type aircon could no longer compete with the hellish heat outside.
It’s not surprising that I have Facebook and Twitter friends wondering about the same thing and posting about it: Sira ba ang aircon namin? Parang hindi lumalamig eh! There is nothing wrong with our AC units, only that it seems instead of blowing cold air inside, our units are just drawing in warm air from the outside.
PAGASA registered a high 41°C heat index yesterday afternoon which so far was the hottest on record for this year. I was momentarily distracted by the quarantine that it made me forget that it was my least favorite season. See, it has become an annual “tradition” of sorts for me to whine about the weather at this time of the year. Evidently, the lockdown put a stop to a lot of things except the changing of the seasons.
Welcome to the summer of 2020, quarantine edition.
The difference now is that we have nowhere to go when the heat becomes unbearable at home. Offices and malls, often my refuge from the hot afternoons, are closed. We are all domestically doomed to wait this one out for maybe another one-and-a-half month, in our own homes that double as a microwave oven.
Stay-at-home orders in this unforgiving weather add to the many downsides of working from home. Probably if I live alone—or if only it wouldn’t cause an irreversible trauma to people who’d get to see my über sexy WFH body, I’d be working in front of the laptop, naked.
It would’ve been a consolation if there’s truth to what many have theorized (including the POTUS) that heat—or in this case the warm weather, can kill the coronavirus. Perhaps it came about as most viral illnesses tend to slow down in the summer, but this has not yet been proven and there is no evidence to suggest that it does kill the virus.
Imagine if it does. I might have a change of heart when it comes to this freaking weather.
For a moment there it made me nervous, for if the aircon’s broken the timing would be so wrong, as I can’t afford to buy a new unit. But come to think of it, even if I happen to have the moolah, where can I buy one with this nationwide lockdown? (I have ordered an industrial-type wall fan online and I don’t even know when I can expect that delivered).
It was only when the door opened that I realized there’s nothing wrong with our cooling unit. I felt this rush of warm, balmy air blowing in you’d swear it’s the breath of the devil himself.
It was particularly hot outside. You know that feeling when you go near the condenser coils on the back of old refrigerators? That area where many use to dry socks back in the day? Remember the warm air on the skin? I’m not even kidding, that’s how hot it was. Obviously, our old window-type aircon could no longer compete with the hellish heat outside.
It’s not surprising that I have Facebook and Twitter friends wondering about the same thing and posting about it: Sira ba ang aircon namin? Parang hindi lumalamig eh! There is nothing wrong with our AC units, only that it seems instead of blowing cold air inside, our units are just drawing in warm air from the outside.
PAGASA registered a high 41°C heat index yesterday afternoon which so far was the hottest on record for this year. I was momentarily distracted by the quarantine that it made me forget that it was my least favorite season. See, it has become an annual “tradition” of sorts for me to whine about the weather at this time of the year. Evidently, the lockdown put a stop to a lot of things except the changing of the seasons.
Welcome to the summer of 2020, quarantine edition.
The difference now is that we have nowhere to go when the heat becomes unbearable at home. Offices and malls, often my refuge from the hot afternoons, are closed. We are all domestically doomed to wait this one out for maybe another one-and-a-half month, in our own homes that double as a microwave oven.
Stay-at-home orders in this unforgiving weather add to the many downsides of working from home. Probably if I live alone—or if only it wouldn’t cause an irreversible trauma to people who’d get to see my über sexy WFH body, I’d be working in front of the laptop, naked.
It would’ve been a consolation if there’s truth to what many have theorized (including the POTUS) that heat—or in this case the warm weather, can kill the coronavirus. Perhaps it came about as most viral illnesses tend to slow down in the summer, but this has not yet been proven and there is no evidence to suggest that it does kill the virus.
Imagine if it does. I might have a change of heart when it comes to this freaking weather.
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