Yesterday and Friday, everyone in the office was exclaiming how miserable I must be, stuck without air conditioning on the first floor, while everyone else (everyone except the warehouse staff, of course) was basking in A/C land upstairs.

I shrugged – temperature is relative, I said, and so long as I’m not upstairs too often, I don’t much notice the lack.

Today, the A/C for the whole building died. The third floor office has been getting hotter all day, as the heat rises. They’re running fans and cursing fate, nature, and the bosses with equal vigor. I’m still pretty darn comfortable down here.