December 16, 2003
Low Blood Pressure
I think the lady around the corner from our office is trying to kill us. I'm not saying I can see my breath in here, but it gets cold enough that my hands are purplish and stiff and delicate mouse & keyboard operations are failing me. Apparently, the thermostat for our series of offices resides in her room, and while I understand there are known risks to hormone replacement therapy, aren't there also risks to vaccinations and such? We take these risks so we can minimize the threat to the people we live and work with. The weather has gotten cold enough that I'm not wearing my light jacket as often, so I'm sitting here in my 5 pound innuit whale-blubber coat and I'm nice and toasty, except for my ice-cubified hands. I just need to break down and buy some hobo gloves with the fingertips cut out of them. Because goodness knows I'm too much of a coward to confront Henrietta Hotflash or the crabby building maintenance guy about putting us on a separate circuit when I could so much more easily whine about it.
Posted by Jeremy at December 16, 2003 10:50 AM