Kindling for the fire that burns within
I will be the first to admit that the strangest things set me off. Minutiae are my archenemy. I sweat the small stuff, and ignore the big stuff. I think that makes me unique. Most people close to me would have a slightly differing opinion.
I have been planning a musing for sometime where I discuss some of the things that frustrate me to no end. Things like having to scrape the inside of the windows too in the winter. God that aggravates the hell out of me. That one subsides quickly. One that has some staying power is the location of important information. I have this overarching propensity to place something important in a place where I won’t forget it. I ALWAYS forget where I put it. I want those hours of my life back. I would rather aimlessly wander the desert. But I will get to those another day. Maybe I will start a running segment.
The one that has my goat (and who came up with that expression, by the way) today is the temperature of the building I work in. The building is incredibly old. I think that the pilgrims erected it. (Yeah yeah, happy belated Thanksgiving to you too). As such, the HVAC “system” creates utter chaos, especially on days like today where the ambient temperature is reasonable. According to the physical plant minions who work in the bowels of the building, the giant hot water pipe that heats the building runs through a mere two cubicles away from mine. I cannot use enough references to explain what this means. Have you ever sweat through a pair of socks when the outside temperature is under 40? Have you ever left a sandwich on your desk only to see that by lunch time the cheese has actually begun to melt? Have you ever checked the temperature in your workplace with a pyrometer to discover that the temperature spikes to the mid to upper 80’s? (Sadly yes, we did use a pyrometer).
Now I am so worked up I don’t even know how to end this musing. And now to towel off, but not in a good way, -Michael