My office is without heat – again. Yesterday, it was a frigid wasteland of old newspapers and dusty boxes of photos and not even my high blood pressure could warm me. I always say I’d rather be cold than hot, which is true, but not when I’m sitting nearly motionless at a desk for 12 hours.
One of my bosses has a saying, “It’s your job,” whenever I complain about anything at work. He didn’t take kindly to me using the expression yesterday in regards to keeping the office at a comfortable temperature.
Today, I’m going into work prepared. I’ve got on a tank top, long-sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, winter coat, two pairs of socks and if all else fails, I’m bringing in a blanket. I’m as prepared as a Packers fan headed to a December match-up at Lambeau Field. I was almost going to ask my dad to borrow his old US Airways ramp suit – completely weatherproof and can keep one warm in temperatures as low as 50 below zero, but that might be overkill.