I chose to work in an office, where I had the expressed ability to answer phones, enter data and bullshit most of the day. I purposefully found a job that I was comfortable doing. Something I didn’t have to worry about losing, a company that was standing on firm ground, in my hometown, where I wasn’t ever planning on moving from.
I chose an office job because it meant, banking hours, weekends off, I didn’t have to battle the elements of outside weather. I could sit at my desk, listen to music and learn spreadsheets, socialize with co-workers and heck, maybe even learn something about the lumber industry. Seeing that’s the kind of employer I have.
Blissfully enjoying my job, I am constantly making my fellow co-working office neighbors feel as though they are going through the change of life. I like the office at a comfy 73 degrees. But since I’m the only female in the office and well, men get priority I’m forever shutting the doors, turning the heat back up, wearing gloves as I type, dressed as if a snow blizzard cloud was directly above my desk. But I have to draw the line at a pink nose and numb fingers, toes I can’t feel anymore and ear’s that have just about fell off.
I wouldn’t be so opposed to the idea of the door being open, but when it’s 43 degree’s outside and 38 degree’s sitting at my desk, something’s got to give. I know they are co-workers/bosses and they sign my time cards, but I am growing tired of it. It wouldn’t be so bad if they were constantly in and out, but they aren’t. They are just tired of opening and closing the door, or they just plain forget to close it behind them, and they turn down the heater because “their office is warm enough just from the sun light.”
Of course if I was going from a cold outside temp to a warm inside temp, I too would think the office was toasty and warm. But alas, you see my problem. I knew the winter’s were cold and the summer’s hot, and I have the ability to create spreadsheet and sound sickenly sweet on the phone, and my typing skills are wicked crazy. Therefore,
I CHOSE TO WORK INSIDE WHERE IT’S NICE AND WARM. IF I WANTED TO FEEL HOW WARM IT IS, I’D HAVE TAKEN A JOB OUT IN THE CLIMATE WEATHER. So for the love of all that’s holy, SHUT THE DAMN DOOR WOULD YA AND LEAVE THE HEATER ALONE!