cold in the office, part ii
Jan. 19th, 2005 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittenscribbleThis afternoon there were facilities people in my cubicle, measuring the ambient temperature.
...59.9 degrees Fahrenheit.
"I see the problem. These vents," one of the men said, "are almost all closed." He was speaking of the air vents in the ceiling, nestled among the tiles.
"Air is still coming out," I said, pointing to the papers pinned to the wall of my cubicle, their corners rippling in the chill breeze.
"Doesn't matter. Those vents are supposed to be fully open. No wonder it's cold here."
"But... look, air is coming out. It's cold air, that's the problem."
"Don't worry," they told me, "we've got it figured out. We'll have the vents fully open tomorrow."
"I'll be really cold tomorrow," I warned.
"Then," said my boss, "we'll file another complaint."
...59.9 degrees Fahrenheit.
"I see the problem. These vents," one of the men said, "are almost all closed." He was speaking of the air vents in the ceiling, nestled among the tiles.
"Air is still coming out," I said, pointing to the papers pinned to the wall of my cubicle, their corners rippling in the chill breeze.
"Doesn't matter. Those vents are supposed to be fully open. No wonder it's cold here."
"But... look, air is coming out. It's cold air, that's the problem."
"Don't worry," they told me, "we've got it figured out. We'll have the vents fully open tomorrow."
"I'll be really cold tomorrow," I warned.
"Then," said my boss, "we'll file another complaint."
