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[apocalypsos]

So it's freezing in my office. I walked in wearing a pair of sneakers, khaki pants, and a thin orange T-shirt. It took me about ten minutes to whip out my secret weapon -- a gigantic heavy purple flannel sweatshirt that comes to my knees and is decorated with snowflakes.

Snowflakes, for fuck's sake. It's SUMMER.

And I'm wearing this goddamn thing until they fix the air conditioning so that it stays off when they turn it off, damn it. Not out of some sort of silent protest, but because I have to. *shakes fist at air conditioning*

Tomorrow, I may bring in gloves. Big woolen ones. Mmm-hmm.

EDIT: *seethes* I swear to GOD, I'm making a new rule that if they're not going to let me do my goddamn job, then they don't get to yell at me when I screw it up. *glares at the Glorified Optimist*

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[3jane.livejournal.com]

I once had a summer job working in a building with a centralized air conditioner in the library (where I worked). I wore shorts and sandals to work, then changed into jeans, heavy socks, and a sweater. My hands used to ache from the cold.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Bossman and the others will actually argue with me and the other girl in the office that it's not that bad. Yeah, now it's not that bad. In seven hours, when it's only the two of us in here doing data entry, it's like standing in a refrigerator in this office. *hugs self to keep the blood flowing*

[3jane.livejournal.com]

Yeah, mine would too. Of course, they measured how cold it was by how cold it was in their workspaces, at the other end of the building. If they were hot, they're crank the a/c up more.

I used to keep mittens in my desk.

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I have a heater under my desk. I happen to be in a cold spot, no idea why.