I got to work at the crack of dawn as usual and let myself into the building. The building was cold. Not being a permanent resident of the building, I wasn’t sure what the protocol was for warming the building up or even where the thermostat is located. I unloaded the mail I was carrying (I’m a modern day pony express rider) and went upstairs to my office. I proceeded to freeze. Here’s a sentence from an email I sent the better-half, “Think I’m going to put my coat on and sit hunched over and wonder why Mr. Scrooge won’t let me put another lump of coal on the fire.”
I just went downstairs to pick up something off the printer and it was deliciously warm. I stood over one of the heat ducts and didn’t mind being mocked for being so cold. That’s when the receptionist said, why don’t you turn on the heat. Indeed! Our building is actually three old row houses and each house is controlled seperately (who knew). I walked into the office where the thermostat is and asked the occupant if I could crank the heat. She turned around and says Oh I guess so.
Two discoveries…the thermostat was still set to AC. And the temperature was registering 60 degrees.
I set it to 68 and am finally feeling like I’m thawing. I hear chatter down the hall about the heat being on. I will break bad on these people if they think we need to go back to 60 degrees. I grew up in a household where you did not run the heat and that’s bullshit that I won’t put up with in my old age.
I broke down and turned the heat on when I noticed the house was 60 degrees and I was walking around shivering. Since then, we’ve had the wood stove burning as well. Did you guys get the frost on Monday morning?
I had to scrape my windshield Monday morning. I haven’t been out to check on the garden yet. Since I have class Mondays it was very dark when I got home. Hopefully the frost was light enough.