I just serviced a series of TEC ovens a couple of weeks ago, that they ran until I arrived. After an hour of cool-down, they were still 150F and the print shop itself was probably 120F. But even exiting the oven, it felt like I was in a cool balmy atmosphere.
That was one of those days where I got home and my blue shirt and pants were white from the salt in my sweat.
I put a sign over the main entrance to my paint department that said “Welcome to Hell. Abandon all hope” with a smiley face skull and crossbones.
When the foreman in the assembly area had an extra whiny line worker complaining about heat, he would send them on a walk through of the paint department. When they came out the other side he’d say “Nice out here isn’t it?”.