My goddamn office is FREEZING. Whoever designed the climate control in our space was a moron. Every office is a different temperature. It is imfuckingpossible to get the two thermostats in sync. We’re forbidden to TOUCH any thermostat ourselves, lest we screw up the balance. Supposedly our office manager is in charge of that, but she is sick of struggling with the problem, which, in her defense, does seem unsolvable. However, she tends to fly off the handle when you request a change in temperature. It doesn’t help that she is warmer-blooded and sits in an open area where the temperature stays a little warmer. We all bring sweaters and pussyfoot around, whispering to each other, trying to come to a consensus and deciding who gets to fall on the granade and tell her we’re cold. It’s bullshit. Our landlord won’t do anything about it, and my boss isn’t around enough to realize that the office manager is going into meltdown over it.
Well, I forgot to bring my ski parka today, so my high beams are on and I think I heard a snicker from the jackass I just passed in the hall. I’m ready to take work down out of the building and sit on the sidewalk to warm up.
Great! I’ve got three sheets of glass that need to be cut down in the studio. Now, bend over and drag them across…
Honestly, I once worked for a jerk that had the control in his office. Amazingly, his office would be a balmy 80 and the open space about 50. I touched the control ONCE… after my limb was reattached I never touched it again. I also got to watch this man in his 50’s throw a fit that outshone anything my 4 year old nephew could do.
My only advice would be for everyone to bring the biggest, bulkiest coat they have and make a point of wearing them around with heavy boots.
Oh, I can top this. I onced worked for a company where the owner had decided that people “think better” when it’s cold. In light of this, the thermostats were set at 64 degrees or some such number, winter and summer. It was always bloody cold in that building.
The kicker was, we were not allowed to either wear coats at work, or bring portable heaters in to our offices. We were just expected to be cold all the time.
My boss complains if the air temperature gets all the way up to 70 in winter. The only thermostat is in his office and he doesn’t realize how cold it gets in the rest of the building. At times there is a 15-20 degree difference between his office and the rest of the store.
In summer its the opposite. He complains if the air is turned on before the internal temperature reaches 86 degrees. At times, the temperature here reaches 90 degrees before something is done.
Keith
I work in San Jose, and I’d give quite a bit to have some more airconditioning at work. It was in the low eighties in the lab on weds because we had to cut back on our power consumption. Hell, we had to turn out half the friggin lights, and one of my computers died from the heat. Even right now the lab is to hot.
I used to work for JC Penny INC., in the 70s, when the fuel crunch hit. We of the men’s clothing department had to wear 3 piece suits and as the cost of a/c went up, the store got hotter and hotter as the thermostat followed. It reached the point that we propped the main doors to the rest of the mall open to steal some of their a/c. We were not allowed to shed our jackets because MR. PENNY did not allow it. Only in Hawaii were the men’s clothing salesmen allowed to wear short sleeved shirts and no coats.
I wore out the underarms of 3 JCP jackets and finally had to have protective pads installed. As usual, the offices where the main and assistant managers stayed were much cooler. We had to wear ties also!! I resigned after about a year of that bullcrap! Never again have I worked as a salesman in a store because of all the petty crap they have to put up with ‘for the company.’