It's freezing at my work! If it's above 68 degrees I'll eat my panties. Try typing with frozen fingers. GAH! I can't believe they expect me to type like this. We went through this last year and had to resort to gloves scarves. You'd think this was the East coast in the winter with all the jackets and blankets draped over people just so they could work. I swear I'm half expecting to see my breath.

Meanwhile all the heifers with hot flashes who bitch about the slightest change in temperature are cheery and I'm freezing my ass off. I'll probably regret this in ten years or so but right now I feel like they should stick a couple of ice cubes up their butts and let me thaw out. The worst part is it's still stuffy in here. No wonder I have yet another sinus infection.

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch.... And I'm not even PMSing... YET. Fear my blog, man...

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If I go to your work and find it over 68 degrees, I expect you to make good on your offer. I'll bring a camera.

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