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my thermostat is broken

my internal thermostat, i mean. the one that regulates my body temperature.

i normally don't write about things at work, but i'm feverish and i can't help it. i sit in an office that has a door (a useless door that doesn't open, which i'm glad i found out this week as opposed to, say, during a fire) to the outside. the door has a draught coming through it that basically turns my office into the arctic circle. so after a couple of days of cold snap, i went to complain about this.

the response was succinct. "we know, we were wondering when you'd bring that up."

really? while you were wondering about it, did it occur to anyone to take some elementary steps to fix the problem? it's a draughty door frame, it's not like it requires a team of mechanical engineers.

so i got a space heater. the space heater blew out the power for me and my entire department (taking out someone's power while they're working on a presentation that's taken them seven hours is the death blow for any office sympathy you might receive, by the way). now i have a door stop that has aspirations to being a space heater.

i've pretty much determined that i'm going to have a little home/ office improvement session and address my issues with the door, which is, after all, the source of my problems.

for the moment, i cannot get my body the right temperature. i got so overheated i practically tore my clothes off in the car (albert) and now that i'm in my always-overheated apartment, i'm shivering. i think i need to find a more temperate climate, because the older i get, the more these canadian winters bother me. i've gone all wimpy and mushy in my old age.

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