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Apr. 7th, 2005 04:18 pmI have come to the conclusion that I hate Thursdays. I hate this particular Thursday because the lab is rather like an oven, and I'm going to be stuck here for at least two hours longer than I want to be. The whole building is hot, but the lab is ridiculous.
(Begin rant)
Some idiot from B&G put up signs in the lab threatening us with being kicked out of the lab if we touch the thermostat. Text of sign: "Do not attempt to adjust the thermostat. The room will adjust to the correct temperature if you DO NOT keep moving the dial, or this room will be closed and locked." To which I say, the room is supposed to be locked anyway, and have you spent any time in here lately? The heat is on to the point of being volcanic. I can't sit here and type for ten minutes without feeling like I need a shower. All the (tiny) windows and the (supposedly locked) door are open in a pathetic attempt to get some sort of cross-draft in here, which attempt is failing miserably. I'm tired, and rushed, and frazzled, and the last thing I want is to sit in a sauna for several hours and attempt to be enthusiastic about project management. GROWF!
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Anyway, I've been running around all day, and it's hot in here, and I want to go home and be useful where I can play music and wear what I feel like wearing. Dammit.
(Begin rant)
Some idiot from B&G put up signs in the lab threatening us with being kicked out of the lab if we touch the thermostat. Text of sign: "Do not attempt to adjust the thermostat. The room will adjust to the correct temperature if you DO NOT keep moving the dial, or this room will be closed and locked." To which I say, the room is supposed to be locked anyway, and have you spent any time in here lately? The heat is on to the point of being volcanic. I can't sit here and type for ten minutes without feeling like I need a shower. All the (tiny) windows and the (supposedly locked) door are open in a pathetic attempt to get some sort of cross-draft in here, which attempt is failing miserably. I'm tired, and rushed, and frazzled, and the last thing I want is to sit in a sauna for several hours and attempt to be enthusiastic about project management. GROWF!
(end rant)
Anyway, I've been running around all day, and it's hot in here, and I want to go home and be useful where I can play music and wear what I feel like wearing. Dammit.
