Hell shall suit me nicely!

I used to work in one of your stereotypical sterile Office Space-esque cubicle farms. Some of you were there, some still are, and longtime non-coworker readers may fondly remember my daily blog-griping about the godforsaken place. I have to say, personal comfort and happiness aside... My blogs were probably more entertaining back then, as I had a daily influx of material to work with.

The thing I easily hated most about that place was the freezing cold temperatures, which I incessantly complained about to the overwhelming irritation of my fellow coworkers. I had the following circumstances going against me:

A. I worked second shift. During the day the A/C was usually cranked up to accommodate a larger staff and also since days tend to be warmer. At night? No one bothered to adjust the thermostat because....

B. Most of the managers were men and men tend to be warmer than women.

One time I even got into semi-serious throw down with a coworker over climatical issues. Well, Old Bill... If you're out there, I have this to say to you: Right now I've got my office door (that's right, office, biatch!) closed and my space heater going like a mother. And I am absolutely purrrrrrrring, much like that cat of yours whom you spoke so highly of. Take that, you fuppish gaywad! My only wish is that you are enjoying such a sauna-like temperature, wherever you may be!