Good god, got to work and all the doors are standing wide open. The AC is broken, so all the building security goes out the window I suppose. On the second floor, there are no openable windows, so it's stuffier than hell in here. All the lights are off to keep it from getting any warmer. My ears are frantically trying to be heat radiators, mostly unsucessfully, or else somebody is talking about me - a lot. I immediately put my hair up, and now I wish I hadn't worn my polyester DBZ shirt - it's a bit heavy. There's a bit of air movement in the hallway, but my desk is a sauna. Yeah, I know, you people in Dallas are just laughing at me. If it's not fixed by lunch, I'll go home and change into shorts, and to hell with (admittedly minimal) dress code. I've already drank almost half my minimum daily requirement of 64 oz. H2O since I got here.
Not only that, but one of my fish businesses appears to have sent me the Bugbear virus; how kind of them. It appears to be quarantined, but I went and got our IT person anyway, just in case there's some network thing they need to take care of.
Happy Monday (grump, grump, grump)
Edited - never mind, it's fixed. I feel a slight draft on the backof my neck. Boy, I'm grateful for air conditioning, at least in this building..
*A line from Sunday in the Park with George, a Stephen Sondheim musical about George Seraut.
Not only that, but one of my fish businesses appears to have sent me the Bugbear virus; how kind of them. It appears to be quarantined, but I went and got our IT person anyway, just in case there's some network thing they need to take care of.
Happy Monday (grump, grump, grump)
Edited - never mind, it's fixed. I feel a slight draft on the backof my neck. Boy, I'm grateful for air conditioning, at least in this building..
*A line from Sunday in the Park with George, a Stephen Sondheim musical about George Seraut.
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