Years back, my then employer sent me to Alamogordo, NM. They were opening a new facility there, and I was part of the tech team making it live. When I first got informed, my reaction was "You want me to got to NM in
July when the temperature can go over 100F?" Indeed, it got that hot, but the relative humidity was 10 or 15%, and while it was hot, I could deal with it. I called back to NYC and spoke to the SO, and it was 90F, 100% humidity, and she was dying. I said "It sounds like I got the better deal..."
I
was bemused that the hotel I was booked into had a
heated pool. The Front Desk Manager didn't understand it either, but that was what the owner wanted, so... While I was talking to him, a woman came up to the desk with her 12 year old son to complain about it too. He'd just taken a dip and looked like a freshly boiled lobster.
Alamogordo was a small town a hundred miles from anywhere. Getting there involved flying to El Paso and taking a shuttle 90 miles north. I knew how far away from anything I was when my pager stopped working.
I did get to see the famous White Sands, and the local Air and Space Museum with stuff like the rocket sled Air Force Col. Andy Stapp set a record for G forces endured in. (And had long term vision problems due to detached retinas in consequence.)
When I got back to NY, people were making joking noises about transferring me to NM. My response was "Fine. First, you double my salary. Then, you pay my relocation expenses, and my housing costs while living there. Also, you pay for my T1 line to the Internet, my charge account at the local book and record store, and my supplies of really good drugs, because Alamogordo is a small town a hundred miles from anywhere and I'll go up the wall in about two weeks flat otherwise."
I found out later that another site on the short list for the facility had been Shreveport, LA. I'd been in Shreveport a couple of decades previous, and had it gotten the nod I might have flatly refused to go.
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Dennis