I’ll admit it; this heat wave is my fault. Well, mine and everyone in the Mid-Atlantic who spent several weeks in February cursing the record-breaking storm known as Snowmageddon. But I’m pretty sure when we were wishing, pleading, praying for better weather, we really weren’t asking for more record-breaking — this time in the form of a heat wave in April. Or at least I wasn’t. I just want things go back to normal, thankyouverymuch.
Of course, I’d be doing a whole lot better at sucking it up if I hadn’t gotten this email at work on Monday:
Over the next few days, outside temperatures are forecast to be 15 to 20 degrees higher than average. Unfortunately, the new cooling tower Building Management has been working for several months to obtain… will not be installed until Saturday, and it won’t be fully operational until next week.
Less than an hour ago, at 3:45 p.m. EDT, it was 92 degrees in my officemate’s cube, and mine is no different. The borrowed desktop fan placed three feet from my head is the only thing keeping me alive at the moment.
As uncomfortable as I am, I still feel really bad for the folks on our building services team. Here they are, ordering a new air conditioning system for our building and having it installed nice and early so when the hot months come around they’ll be heroes for keeping our offices more comfortable than in the past, and Mother Nature turns around and smacks them with temps that have everyone grumbling. Not… ahem… cool.
Not cool at all.