Steam Heat

I went in to work very early today, with the intention of putting in nine hours. The first thing I realized is that at the moment, I don't have that much work to fill in the time.

Another thing I realized is that I was sweating. In the little cafe in the lobby, it was over 90 degrees. The floor I work on was deemed the coolest at probably 82 degrees, if not higher.

I was wearing jeans, a nylon kurti (very thin and light), jeans, socks, and shoes. I sweated through my clothes by lunch time. I know, quite the appealing picture. And it was accompanied with feeling equally awful. I was cross-eyed with sleepiness all day. I could barely raise my head.

Of course, the building management went all tiddly and said something about not leaving the air handler on over the weekend, but nay, I say. They must have turned on the bloody heat.

I put in a little more than my eight hours but I busted out of there as soon as I decently could.

I'm taking my little desk fan in tomorrow but I'm not optimistic. I think at best it will move the sludgy air around. I will report progress tomorrow and hope to report that I didn't lose my job by falling asleep at my desk.