Sweating like a pig
Actually, I’m not. I like the heat. I seem to run at a fairly low temperature all year which makes the winters utter misery for me.
But it’s also a curse in the summer – all courtesy of a little piece of hell called air con.
Why is it that offices insist on cranking it up to the highest of high? Perhaps office managers imagine lawyers do their best work when their icy lairs are kept desperately chilly.
I certainly don’t. I have to keep taking breaks to run up and down the stairs to get some heat back into my limbs.
Talking of heat, I was amused by an email from PC World Business that plopped into my inbox yesterday. Anything for a sale, eh?
But what really did it for me was the selection of fans available when you clicked ‘view range’.
Hand fans. Hand fans?!? Sold by PC World Business? Are you shitting me?
How many office workers do they think are going to sit at their desks waving a hand fan to and fro in front of them, dicing with death as the rotating blades come perilously close to their lips?
I’ve really seen it all now.