a fellow i know works for the state. actually, i know plenty of state workers. this particular fellow works in a building where they aren’t allowed to touch the thermostat. they’re locked.
today the air conditioning was shut off in his area, for some unknown reason. it got hotter. and hotter. the thermometer near his cubicle read 96 degrees.
they couldn’t just call somebody and tell them to turn the air conditioning back on. they had to call CMS (Central Management Services, which sounds very scary to me) to please send somebody over to their building to make the air conditioning cooler.
CMS then called the person in charge of the office to see if the people who called them were lying. the boss then sent his assistant to the area to see if it was really, truly warm. it was.
CMS sent a guy over. the guy stuck his own thermometer in front of the air conditioner vent and announced that it was 68 degrees! and he didn’t touch the air conditioning, and left the building.
yet another reason never to work in an office.
doesn’t this sound like something out of “brazil?” some guy whose sole job is to adjust the heat and cooling, and he’s now drunk, dare i say insane, with power?
he must have a pitiful existence.
how could he get satisfaction from ensuring that an office full of extremely hardworking people (they had a ridiculously difficult deadline to meet) was miserable?
what’s wrong with people?
there are many other topics i want to discuss tonight, but i have no time. perhaps i won’t forget them all by tomorrow.
ok then,
grace in charge of my own thermostat (at least that’s something).