May Be Too Hot, Maybe

17 April 2008
Thursday

I'm at the office, waiting for something to download on my computer. Bored and hot, I have nothing to say. Isn't that what blogging is all about? Sharing your every nothing with everyone that wants to read?

It is an awesome spring day outside. Sunny and 75 degrees, cool breeze, sweet smells. But I'm stuck in the office where it is stuffy and hot. I finally got up the nerve to check the thermostat, which up until this point, unspoken but known, has been off limits. Our office manager would freak out if he knew I turned it down below the regulation temperature which, given the layer of sweat that has my shirt stuck to my back, is apparently that of Houston asphalt.

I guess there is know real good reason to feel sorry for myself. I have a great job really. I honestly love my boss. I say that without cynicism or with the type of delivery one might expect from those coffee mugs given to people's bosses to kiss up, brown-nose, or gain the bosses favor, maybe on "Bosses Day," that new "holiday" that comes around once a year.

No, my boss is really quite great. And as much as I like to be in her favor, I'm sure I often disappoint. And if she saw me wasting time now, writing this to you (who are you?), well...
I don't know.

So the office manager is back. Maybe he won't notice that the office is actually cooling off to a reasonable working temperature. Maybe I will finish up my work now. Maybe, maybe, maybe.