Then take off your fucking sweater, beotch!

Just because you’re having hot flashes is no excuse for making the rest of us freeze!!! I’m gonna reprint those signs I made last month saying “Welcome to the cryogenics lab. If you’re freezing, it’s working”. It is so cold in my pathetic cubicle I can barely type. My fucking nose is cold!

And the breather salad lady next to me needs to take it in the lunchroom. Apparently some people can’t chew and inhale & I’m sick of the wheeze. Chomp chomp smack smack wheeze wheeze.

grrrrr

Hail Caesar?

I’m hot.

sssssseending cccool airrrr yourrr waaay

clackety clackety (that was my ttttteeth)

I saw “Take your sweater off”… and thought I was gonna be treated to some sex, flirting, TMI lust fest. But no, it’s about menopausal women.

Thanks a lot.

Buy a sweater.

His smile made her warm. He caught her eye and grinned, twinkling mischief, taking in her skirt and blouse. They were both married to other people, but glances are free. His smile said he’d been thinking of her, looking forward to a pretense for conversation. Any excuse to stand closer…closer…ccclossser… ccan’t…type…ssmut…toooo…cccold.

What, exactly, do you do for a living?

Speechwriter for OFL in the White House (can’t you tell??).

Sorry fessie - yer not gonna get any sympathy from me - I’m always cooking - and that’s with my sweater off.

It’s much easier to put on additional clothes than it is to take them off - bring a damn sweater.

If the beotch in question wasn’t going around bundled up, I’d agree w/you aiw.

However I have just discovered that an empty computer paper box is a wonderful makeshift hat - just cut out a slit for the eyes, like on The Day the Earth Stood Still.
I drew on some features w/my tongue sticking out.

Well, if she’s got the heat cranked down to 18 and she’s walking around in a shwack of sweaters, I agree that’s really dumb.

I’m not entirely sure what the “hat” is for…

warmth! conserving heat lost through the head!!

we’re talking critical survival skills here!
winnowing out of the weak through hypothermia and excessive bathroom trips!

tee-hee…schwack…

Try not to get too hot under the collar about it.

I disagree with it being easier to bundle up than to strip down. My old boss used to keep the office freezing and he’d come on in a wool suit and complain it was too hot and turn on the air conditioning even more. I could try to bundle up, with it’s really fucking hard to type with gloves on. You hot people really piss me off.

Yeah! I’m always cold so I have a space heater going in my office, my office, my office that I do not share with anyone else. Yet people are constantly coming in and saying Why is it so damn hot in here? What the hell is wrong with you?

It’s MY office! I am COLD! And I will find the jokester who changed my screensaver to scroll Is it hot in here, or what?

but hey, as long as i’m young and hot, what the fuck do i care if i piss you off?

okay…so i’m not hot. but i AM young. mostly. in my head.

sorry.

Someone needs to invent a Personal Climate Zone suit that contains the air around you and heats or cools it to the desired temperature.

Oh GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I so agree with the OP!!! I work in an office with all men, all of whom start declaring that they are “burning up” when the temp is a sweltering 40 degrees outside.

They then open all windows and doors for the “fresh air”.

Guys! I love you, but this is ALASKA!!! 40 degrees is NOT “hot”.

Now, I"m willing to compromise, open A window, every opening in the office does NOT need to be wide open just because the snow is gone.

And as for Duke of Rat’s comment “buy a sweater”? That doesn’t help a freezing face or fingers when one is trying to keyboard.

Women in the office want to dress very lightly while guys are supposed to wear suits. Sorry but if I have to wear a suit then 70F is fine and you better get used to it. If you feel cold it’s your problem, not mine. Put some clothes on.

I had the same problem with my mom. She’d turn the heat in the house down to some ridiculous temperature, and I’d be freezing, and then she’d go under an afghan blanket and complain that she was hot.

However, since menopause also involves mood swings, I figured it wouldn’t be wise to mention the inherent problem in her actions. Except when we were in the car. I asked her to take her coat off instead of turning off the heat.