I work in an office. To give you a bit of background, most of the employees work upstairs, but a few of us work in a smaller room downstairs. We like to call it the ‘VIP area’, they like to call it ‘the pit’.
So the pit has some interesting rules of engagement, and some outright cold wars. It’s a microcosm of the rest of the office, and it can be a little weird. Often things are decided (like making a cup of tea) by getting down on one knee. The last person to assume said position is the maker of the brew, and it’s normally me as I don’t pay attention, although I am getting better. Other laws of the land are ‘gimp of the day’; an interesting award doled out to the person of the most stupid comment or action. Again, normally me. Last week I was awarded gimp of the day for my parking, and also for managing to spill my tea all over my desk .it’s a nice environment to work in, but there is one thing that really bothers me. The air con.
Dun dun duuuhhhhhhh!
There’s a battle going on out there people, its warfare. I’m often the first one in in the morning, so I walk into the room and instantly freeze. I whack the air con up. Boys arrive “blimey it’s like a sauna in here. Is there something wrong with you?!!!” air con goes down. Half an hour later icicles are hanging off my nose and I have made endless cups of tea to keep my hands warm and fingers nimble enough to respond to emails. Heating sneakily goes up. The issue is that it beeps as it climbs up the degrees so you have to be super stealthy to ensure no one is made aware of the climate change. Boss walks in and comments on how cold it is. Heating goes up a few clicks more. Boys sign and roll their eyes, taking off jumpers in a mock ‘we are dying’ guise.
Room becomes sub tropical, but we girls cannot concede to the heat or risk losing our moral high ground on the temperature. We all begin to melt. Heat goes down again.
For this reason I have an emergency hoodie in my bottom drawer, and I often have to borrow one of the boy’s fleeces. They come past my knees and I have to roll up the arms about eight times to find my hands.
Fun and games!