Christ, I'm freezing
It's cold in my office.
I mean, sorry, but it is.
I mean, sorry, but it is.
posted by Jeff at 9:30 AM
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
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7 Comments:
Urgh, I'm baking. The restaurant is so hot they've been closing it down in the afternoons. It's balmy enough by the time I get there in the evening that the wait staff can actually move around, but not without sweat pouring off our faces. (Into your salad!)
Likewise, my apartment is an oven. Sometimes I succumb and blast the AC, but I can only do that with the knowledge that I am probably killing an elderly Angeleno.
Do they not have A/C at the restaurant? I mean, it's for rich people.
Feel free to come over to our place whenever. You know what the temperature is like over here.
Also, our place is very similar to a meat locker. It is joyous.
When I come inside work or Llama School after being out in the sizzling air I'm pretty convinced all my joints are going to pop or rupture or something. Like a hot pan that you immediately stick in feezing water. I'm going to warp somethin' fierce.
Every time I step out of my moderately air-conditioned car, my glasses fog over.
And yes, regarding the air conditioner, we theoretically have one, but it hasn't really worked for three months. This despite the fact that we had a new one installed only a year ago! (Installing an industrial-sized air conditioner is a big deal, by the way. A crane was required and they had to close off Wilshire Blvd. for a couple of hours.) I suspect that the restaurant just bought really cheap. This is because my employers are Mr. and Mrs. Ebeneezer Scrooge.
Could be out of freon. ours was I guess- and now it's working all night when we leave it on. So maybe that's it.
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