Cold it was this pink-skyed morning. One degree below zero Fahrenheit cold.* Giselle was all bundled, capped, gloved and scarfed for school and did a great job not wiping out on the ice as she trotted from the car. The very hairs of my nostrils alternatively froze and dethawed with every breath, tugging and releasing with the steadied rhythm of skilled Viking oarsmen.
As I walked into the office after being gone almost 2 weeks, I noticed that 2 out of 3 of my plants are toughened drought resistors. Sadly, the third was petulant and droopy in its grief.
I hope it recovers and plumps up. It hadn't reached crispiness yet. It would be a real shame to lose it after 9 months of speckled, frondy company.
* If you live anywhere else in the civilized world, check here for a snappy Celsius conversion. Oy.
p.s. My hands are still iced up in this freezery office, and besides the gloves, I'm seriously considering the linty, woollen hat of passive aggressiveness too. (Thanks for the idea, Dave.)
Hi Jeremy--been reading your blog for a while, thought I'd introduce myself...
In any event, I had an office at my first job where they blasted the a/c 24/7. I brought in a blanket and huddled under it in my cube. Several other co-workers huddled under their blankets too... Didn't do one bit of good.
Reading about your cold office sure brings back memories though...
Anyway, keep up the great writing, I enjoy your blog!
Bye
Hiya Sue, I'm glad you reap some enjoyment from my snivellings :) Maybe some places use office chilling to keep people awake in their dark little cubicles. Although you'd think they would realize that hypothermia also reduces simple dexterity and critical thinking ability. As soon as they get a new circuit breaker installed in our side of the building (and I hear they are :D ), Rob and I are going to put a nice little space heater on the purchasing card. Then we can fight over who it gets pointed at.
May your next trip to the DMV be swift and painless.