It’s about 50-60 degrees & drizzly outside. I want to be outside stomping in mud puddles and walking amongst the trees & smelling the outdoors. But no. I’m in an HVAC environment talking to strangers on the phone all day. Very frustrated. And it’s making me mean. And it’s hard not to be mean to my customers who, when things are going well in their lives, do not have to talk to the likes of me and so are inclined to be at least mildly abusive to me even though I’m not the one who got them into their current predicament.
So I secretly wish for them to be bitten hard on the leg by a black bear.
It’s 50-60 degrees outside and it’s pouring rain. I’m thankful I can be inside on a day like this. I don;t have to run the air OR the heat. I can grab a cat and warm myself with it on my lap.
I’m so comfortable I would never be impolite to the likes of the OP. My sympathies are with him, but I have no idea what HVAC means.
Heh…the HVAC is whooshing too. I’m on the top floor of the building and the 6 million hp diesel-powered AC condenser is mounted right over my head. Think I get nice cold air in the summer though? Hell no! But guess who bakes when the damn thing fails? And yo can tell when it’s about tio crap out because it rumbles so hard my monitor shakes. Grrrr…wanna kill a rabbit! or maybe a kitten.