If you are wearing a miniskirt, thong, tank top and high heels, 71 or lower is very cold.
You don’t have to believe me. The next time you catch a cold, strip and stand in front of an AC, and see if your immune system will cure you.
So, you’re saying that rhinovirus thrives below 71 F?
A former work colleague of mine was so fed up with his wife messing with the central-heating thermostat he installed a dummy one for his wife to play with, while the working one was hidden away for him to control.
His main gripe was that his wife expected things to happen immediately. Turn the stat up, the radiators are instantly hot; turn it down, they are instantly cold!
I’m saying that 71 or under is too cold to avoid health-related issues when wearing clothing meant for 80+.
And, this is based on the idea of a 72 degree “room temperature.”
If you would like to argue that, then maybe you should take it to the GQ.
Ah hell, I’ll post it for you.
I’d say that rather depends on the heels (thigh high leather boots with heels and I’d be plenty warm) and what I’m doing in them- 71 is quite warm for dancing.
Well duh. If my theater patrons or students were dancing, they would probably want it lower than 72.
I don’t like to be cold but some people just take it too far. We’re off to visit ‘im indoors’ family between xmas and new year, his mother will crank the heating up as soon as she sees my car coming down the street because we live down south and obviously we’re not used to the cold Scottish climate on Clydeside.
As soon as I get into her house, I’ll take off as many layers as I decently can - in fact it’s not unusual for me to sit around in my sleeveless summer jimjams because then I’m comfortably warm. We turn the heat down as soon as she’s not looking, and then as soon as she comes back into the room, she’ll turn it up again. It’s a constant battle trying to convince her that we’re not cold at all.
I work from home now and it is just me here - so no wars going on here.
But my last two places we had terrible wars. The place that I worked at from 01 to 06 was so bad that I finally - out of my own pocket - went and got a lock-cover for the thermostat. My guys would be hot and the guys across the cubicle wall would be wearing gloves. I never understood how it could be so drastically different - the cube wall was that tall. I am not saying that they weren’t cold mind you, I just don’t know how/why there was such a vast difference. Anyway, they would turn the heat up, my guys would turn it back and it would cycle all day. Then once or twice a week one of my guys would get pissed and complain. I got so tired of dealing with it I had a lock installed.
It’s crazy isn’t it? The minute there’s a slight chill in the air the heating goes on full and stays that way until May. This is in an office that won’t let us turn on the AC in the summer because it’s too expensive. My attempts to point out the irony in this have so far fallen on deaf ears.
At my last workplace, thermostat wars actually caused WARS in the office. To this day, there are people who do not talk to each other because of disagreement over their differing temperature needs.
In my last weeks there, I hid the remote control for the air-con unit in my desk, just to add a bit of heat to the ambience of the joint! 
I live alone, so the thermostat war is between my desire to be comfortable and my desire to save money. Also, the heating system in my apartment sucks - it’s either off or on full blast, and it gets too hot in here really quickly when I put it on (and then it shuts off, it gets cold again, it goes back on, etc.). What I’ve been doing is turning it on for half an hour or so in the morning so I can get out of bed without being too angry, and just using my space heater the rest of the time (I’m usually at my desk if I’m home, so there’s no point in keeping the rest of the place warm). I think I have it set to around 62 when I turn it on, but all that means is that after it raises the temperature in my bedroom to like 80, it waits until it gets uncomfortably cold before coming on again.
The house temp has caused a bit of friction between me and my boyfriend. He is of the belief that the AC/Heater should run as little as possible so he sets it at 78 in the summer and 64 in the winter. The 78 I can handle, but the 64? That’s insanity territory to me. He told me this weekend that he just doesn’t feel it because he works in an office that is about 40 all day. I bought flannel pajamas but did have to tell him that I was getting so cold that it was making me angry. It hurt! I get sore from all the shivering! My nose runs.
We had to compromise because I was really not going to continue to go over there with it that cold. Now when I arrive it gets turned up to 70 and at night I turn it down to 68. Hell, it’s only about 4 days a month - he’s nice about it. I know I don’t pay the bills over there so I appreciate it.
Right now, however, I am at home in two shirts, a pair of gym shorts and footie socks and it’s about 75. I am comfortable. I am simply not made for cold. I wonder if living all your life in the deep south will do that to a woman.
The only thermostat war we have at work is the one with the craptacular airflow in a 60-something year old building. Apparently, there’s really only one control for the whole building, but because the air doesn’t distribute evenly across the different floors (or even across different parts of the floors), you end up with people on the first floor shivering in July and people on the sixth dying of heat in October.
There’s something ridiculous about coming into the office on a scorching hot summer’s day and having to put on a hat and gloves to deal with the chill. Rumour has it that it would be more expensive to fix/replace the HVAC than it costs to live with it inefficiencies, so we’re stuck with it.
Strangely enough, the temp is actually quite tolerable today. Which probably means that my colleages on the other side of the floor are so cold they can see their breath. 
We have to pay for it. The heat switches on to 65 when we get home. On the weekends we might put it up to 66.
Our house is well-insulated, so this actually isn’t that bad. I would prefer it to be like 75 and i wander around in shorts, but I’d rather save the money and wear my big fluffy bathrobe and socks.
You people are lucky. At my home I have no thermostat. I just have a heater with two settings–hotter than hell and no heat. Usually it just stays off because when the heat is off in my apartment, there’s still heat coming in from all around the building and it gets unbearably hot with mine on, too. Unless it’s really cold in which case I turn it on for a short period of time.
Years ago I worked for a guy who was a control freak. During my shift I was “the boss” and the owner wasn’t present. He had a lock box on the thermostat and he had the only key. I used to put refreezable ice packs around the thermostat lock box, holding them in place with an Ace bandage.
Even though the thermostat was set for 68 F, it got much, much warmer. The owner eventually found out, and we parted ways.
Wow. While I agree that his wife is dumb here, your friend is the worst kind of person. Good lord. Lying to his wife like she’s some child?
Good thing the smart man was there to save that delicate flower from herself.
Yeah, that’s definitely creepy.
My wife and I are apparently the polar bears–our thermostat is set at 62 and it’s perfectly comfy with normal clothes and slippers for us.