Plecostomus
Commodore
I'm tired of people whinging about the heat. I mean seriously, it's sixty five degrees in here, or roughly 17.5 for those of you of a metric leaning. Good lord even the front office is 75 degrees and we got people up there bitching about the heat.
What the hell, I mean it. WHAT the HELL? It's the same temp inside that it always is, and yet people are OMG TOO HOT TO WORK... Only exception is the welding area, that's open-air so it's hotter than... well hotter than any number of amusing yet crude heat related metaphors.
Seriously though, those of you sitting in air-conditioned boxes please stop complaining.
What the hell, I mean it. WHAT the HELL? It's the same temp inside that it always is, and yet people are OMG TOO HOT TO WORK... Only exception is the welding area, that's open-air so it's hotter than... well hotter than any number of amusing yet crude heat related metaphors.
Seriously though, those of you sitting in air-conditioned boxes please stop complaining.