Roasted, come on.
I used to be a paint room foreman. During the summer it wasn’t unusual to look at the thermometer on a support beam in the center of the main floor and see readings of 130 degrees or more.
We used to push racks of parts into a gas fired “walk in” batch oven that I kept at 180 degrees. I had a 5 man crew that worked in near steady 150 degree heat just a few feet away from an infra red line oven.
I rotated everyone every two hours but only one of the jobs took them out of the heat for two hours. I the evil foreman on the other hand, spent my entire day in the heat and often skipped breaks because things needed to get done.
America, the T ball nation.