I just walked into the office and some nitwit has dropped the temperature to 64 degrees! And the air conditioner is running full blast right now, bound and determined to keep the office at a finger-numbing 64, no more, no less.
I’m wearing a thin skirt and a sleeveless sweater-vest: forecast calls for 90 outside (with rain, but that’s a different matter). Had i known, I would have brought one of the sweaters I so dutifully packed away in storage last night (finally got around to cleaning the closets, wish I had known, I would have saved one of them out).
And the thermostat box is key-locked, so I can’t do anything about it 'til someone in authority gets here. Looks like I’m gonna be hunched over my desk for the next couple of hours.
I used to work in an archive where it was a chilly 68 year-round. But at least you knew it was going to be cold enough to hang meat in there and could dress accordingly. Now I’m in a public library where the temperature varies depending on what part of the building you’re standing in–it’s not supposed to be that irregular, but it is. Unfortunately, today is proving to be a stiff-nipple day for me, too.
I fixed the little “key” problem here in our office. I “accidentally” gave the plastic cover one hell of an elbow while moving a box. Cracked that sumbitch in three. Nobody has replaced it yet. Odd…
It’s a finally toasty and acceptable 72 in here right now. But someone (obviously not ME) has knocked the thermostat down to a chilly 68.
I
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. DON’T
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. THINK
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. SO.
:mad:
I have the feeling this is tantamount to office wars.
I can attach the paperclip chain to the rubberband ball for a hefty morningstar.
I can use another paperclip chain for a garrotte.
I have plenty of rubber bands for sniper attacks.
Two rulers glued into a “v” and a rubber band make a great slingshot.
As Bob is my witless, I shall never be cold again.
