Average Jane, Refrigerated

Back in April I complained about our office being freezing cold because the building management turned on the air conditioning system too soon. Now the problem has come full circle as the air conditioning remains on too long into the fall.

I’m sitting at my desk wrapped in a fleece blanket, which I wear through the office as if it were a really ratty-looking pashmina. Now and then I have to stop typing and sit on my hands for a while to warm up my frozen fingers. Right now I’m viewing coffee more as a hand-warmer than a consumable.

There’s something singularly grim about looking out a 14th-story window into an indistinct panorama of fog while simultaneously being chilled to the bone. No wonder I keep longing to go home and take a nap after lunch every day.