Well, I finally succumbed and fired an email off to our building maintenance guy yesterday asking if he would check our vents and maybe nudge the office temperature up a little bit. A couple hours after I sent the message, one of the raw materials guys pops in to drop off some samples for color approval and as he steps in the room he says, "Dang, it's hot in here!" Funny guy. I'm chafing a couple holes in my shirt as we speak. So now all the gruffs back in the warehouse know me for the whiny princess that I am. No pretenses. Way to be.
You know, coming from a guy that mostly complains only to himself, you should be excited that someone listened to you. Really. (One moment here while I stand up on my worn out soap box).
You have the skills that pay for you and your family to survive. Your employer includes such amenities for you so that you are comfortable and can work efficiently. Your employer hires others to cater to you and your skills. The saddest thing about this story is that those that are employed to be your service agents also seem to resent the power (however small it may or may not be) you hold. So these service agents choose to antagonize you for your discomforts.
I guess what I am getting at is, SCREW THEM!! I am proud of you for speaking up and firing off that email, and hope to hear of other instances. Way to go JP!
BTW - I read your name in the paper the other day. Are you ok? :P
Yeah man, actually I'm proud of myself too. But you know, there's the whole 'choosing battles' thing to worry about, and I'll admit I typically walk around with the surrender rag flapping over my head most of the time.
But isn't it obvious, I just want to be tough and manly like all the crusty maintenance guys? That way I can save up my squeaky wheel points for something special, like when I want them to drop fiber optics lines in the room, or install the cool double polarizing window panes I've had my eye on, or widen the TP dispensers a quarter inch so I can get a better spin on the roll. Of course, that's all down the crapper now that I spent my 'Get Out Of Misery Free' card on the wimpy stuff.
Okay, not really.
Actually, I haven't even caught a glimpse of a step ladder in the office since I sent the message, and it's still cold as glacier melt. That's okay. He'll just get to learn the true meaning of 'a stitch in time' while he's picking up the pieces after I make my own desperate attempt at HVAC maintenance.
See what happens Jeremy, you drop 20 pounds of your protective blubber blanket and now everyone is suppose to cook because you are cold.
"Brrrr... it is soooo cold in here!"
No I am kidding, but did you really think that because you asked they were going to just go and turn up the heat? Ha! I think you might have to request congress to pass some kind of bill so you can submit it to the maintenance department in order for them to go and adjust the little switchy thing on the thermostat or go and open the vent that leads to your office.
You should sit there wrapped in a wool blankie, with a long night cap beanie on and snot running down your face while typing with mittens, think they would get the hint? Probably not.