I'm growing my beard out. Mostly out of sheer boredom. When I get the itch to go shopping but find it absent from the current budget, I guess I respond with facial hair.
The Cold War of today is the constant battle with office temperature. Employees and the A/C or furnace that rules them have been embattled in this bitter feud for decades. When the weather is cold, people wear warm clothes, and vice-versa when it's hot outside, of course. The Office tries to play nice but the problem is it seems to have only two options in its arsenal and both of them are nuclear. In my current situation, there is a vent twenty feet above my head that blows directly at my head and face with an arctic blast jet stream. I'm currently wearing fingerless gloves. Tomorrow, I'll be bringing a scarf to work...in June. It's only at my particular desk. I can hold up my hand and feel the breeze of icy, robotic air blowing against it. Six inches to the left, nothing. I would complain, but I fear rocking the boat could lead to my banishment to the newly opened 4th Floor with it's cruel and unusual short-walled cubicles. It's Hell with a view up there. No, I think I'll just keep adding layers and taking my vitamins.
2 comments:
You should build a paper ramp and tape it underneath the vent to re-direct the air. I'll send you a picture of my old one. Couple of paperclips and legal paper, and you're good to go.
Brilliant.
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