The temperature in my hometown is currently in the upper 70s. Supposedly, it was going to be 77 degrees today. The building I work in is an old building. Old buildings, in my opinion, are fun. Fun architecture, fun history, fun.
The problem with this particular old building is that there is no thermostat. There must be, somewhere that we employees can’t reach, and single switch. In my mind, this single switch reads “air conditioning” and “heat.” These settings cannot be controlled. So, for example, in August it was a spicey 88 degrees aout and roughly 60 degrees inside. I shivered. I cuddled up next to the heater. I wore heavy hoodies all summer.
Today. October 15, 2008. It is 77 degrees outside. It is close to 90 degrees inside. The heat at this point is boiling. The cheese on my sandwich melted! We’re back to wearing short sleeves and tank tops!
Horrific.
In totally unrelated news, I edited another 50 pages of my novel over the weekend. I was sick and contrary to my popular belief, there is nothing good on television in the mornings. Unfortunately, although I worked on 50 pages, there are still close to 130 pages left to go. And with my brain as boiled as it is this week from the heat and being sick, it’s going to be a long 130 pages.
Finally, for those that may watch the debate tonight, I give you the Presidential Debate Drinking Game. If only I didn’t have to work tomorrow…
