Today at work I got a nice little present (besides my boss coming back after nearly two weeks of vacation - I was BORED). What did I get? A heater. In July. That's because it FEELS like Christmas time over in my corner of the office. It's regularly 62 degrees when I arrive in the morning, and it gets to be no higher than 66 in the afternoon. My fingers turn blue, I shiver (though I wear three layers, closed toe shoes, long pants, etc), and I can't concentrate. I drink hot tea but it gets cold in no time, and it just makes me have to pee which means I leave the office only to dread walking back in because as soon as you open the door you are blasted with the arctic air.
The guys in my office, and anyone with actual windows doesn't think it's so bad. I am clearly at the bottom of the totem pole, so they won't turn the thermostat up for me. But they gave me a heater, and thanks to my walls (which I love so much), the little thing actually worked. I had it on the lowest setting possible and there was a noticeable difference immediately. I still need to layer my outfit, but no more shivers.
Now maybe the "Christmas" theme can continue, with Sprint delivering my new cell phone (old one has been broken for a week and a half), and my car door maybe magically finding its way open for a low low price, and limited time in the shop. We'll see.
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