Our office, like so many others, is entirely too air-conditioned. I spend most of the time double-sweatered, drinking hot tea, and freezing my ass off. Even the guy who sits next to me thinks so. He has a space heater. A guy. So you know I’m not being overly cold-sensitive.
Sometimes I feel like Mr. Rogers; coming into the office, taking off my coat, and putting on my sweater. The only thing missing is the blue sneakers. I have a song, though!
It's a beautiful day in this cubicle,
A beautiful day for a corp’rate whore.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...
So, let's make the most of this 9-hour day.
Since we're stuck here we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my Monkey?
Won't you please,Won't you please?
Please won't you be my Monkey?
2 comments:
Ha! Air conditioning? The high here for tomorow is 19 degrees. Our office is a freakin ice box in the winter. We have one of those electric radiators between me and my coworker. Of course our stingy ass boss, around lunch time everyday, comes in and says why don't you turn that thing off, its steamy in here and its costing me money. He even said yesterday something to the effect that "by leaving it on its cutting into our raises". Asshole...
Heh, I don't think I could use the mouse with socks on my hands! (They're what get the coldest) :)
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