I don't like being cold all day.
I don't like having to work in an office populated by menopausal women and having to deal with the fact that they will always control the thermostat and their preferred temperature is always going to be "fingertip-freezing cold". All year. Should I complain, I recieve the passive-aggressive smile of death and a "funny" comment of my youth. The seed of hate towards fifty-something year old women that was planted from my short stint working at The Fabric Store is starting to grow tiny roots and sprout. I hate you, menopausal women, for making me cold all the time. Go away, fifty-somethings! Unless you're my mom, of course. Mom doesn't turn the heat down to sixty. She turns the heat up to eighty (sometimes a problem). Who are these other women and why aren't they cool like my mom?
I don't like living in a drafty-ass apartment. It is never the right temperature for long enough. Also, why are the heating vents up on the ceiling? Don't you know that no one wants heat on the ceiling? Why is the gas bill so high and yet the apartment so small? Why, oh why, does it feel slightly colder when the heat is blowing? Please, apartment, WTF. I clean you. I stuff your windows with sheets to insulate. I know the thermostat is way down because there is not much money to spend on you. But still. Colder? When the heat is on? No. That is not heat. That is air conditioning. I don't want air conditioning in November.
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