Just Another Cold, Hot Day
Usually I work from my boss’s house, but because she’s on maternity leave right now, I’ve been working from home. Working from home is definitely a mixed bag. On the one hand, I get to wear the same sweatpants and sweatshirt every day for a week1.
On the other hand, having to pay for my own heat is quickly becoming detrimental to my health. I am a cheap bastard and come from a (short) line of cheap bastards that began with my father. My father would get angry if we didn’t nibble the fruit down to the seeds, if we paid an extra 50 cents per pound of meat, and, oh yes, if we dared to even think about cranking up the heat. In our house, we may have occasionally needed to put on three sweaters at a time, but our heating bills were low and that was all that really mattered.
Now that I’m living in a house of my own, I have to admit that the apple (fully consumed) doesn’t fall far from the tree. Especially since our house has a crazy layout of multiple floor and uneven heating.
But working from home means that my hands are always on the keyboard and if my fingers get cold, I can’t work. So sometimes I turn the heat up a degree or two, all the while looking over my shoulder to make sure that my father hasn’t somehow crept up on me and is preparing to give me the lecture about simply putting on more clothes, as if I don’t already resemble a sausage in my giant sweatshirt.
After the heat gets going, my fingers eventually warm up. For a brief period, I’m actually comfortable. Then I start getting too hot, because the thermostat only works for a narrow block of air directly in front of it. I turn up the heat, I turn down the heat, I put on sweatshirts, I take off sweatshirts.
It’s not an easy life, I tell you, and if I could, I would follow Paco’s example.
Paco has worked out a most efficient way of dealing with these temperature changes.
He carefully creeps into a bed and tucks his head under a blanket while leaving his bum hanging out. Like this:
Or this:
Or even:
Hey, I’m not really sweating here and it’s not like I go out, so I’m not getting my clothes dirty. AND I’m saving water. So really, I’m saving the earth.
Posted by: Supersonic Jane | October 27, 2006 | 3:06 pm
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