I Might Be 26, But I Never Said I Was Mature

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to work under the same conditions that existed in Industrial Revolution factories? Well, if so, come on down to my office today. For reasons unknown, the furnace went out on the weekend at our office, and everything, everything is ice cold. According to the thermostat, it is 4 degrees in here.

I am not overly wimpy about cold. But I am freezing and wishing that I had even some of those hobo fingerless gloves instead of my mittens to wear while typing. However, I do have to put my mittens on to use my stapler, my water bottle has pieces of ice floating in it, and my computer has been producing this loud, angry whine for most of the morning already.

The ladies have been teasing me most of the morning for keeping my coat on, but unlike their office, mine is one of the only ones without a space heater. Rumor has it that Rocky’s office is warm, but I am too cold to go down the hall to find out.

When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t overly excited about coming into work. And now, I just wish I had just stayed in my warm bed. I am trying to rally the office to walk out until we have heat back in our office. But I sadly don’t have much support behind me. We will solider on. If I don’t make it out of here alive, please know that I love you all.

Well, on to other news. It is hard to believe that it is February. I have just come to a realization that it is also a leap year. Here’s hoping that 2008 is great if we have to spend 357 days in it.

After hearing my Lent success story of last year, more people have joined my brigade. We have a few short days until our forty-day sacrifice begins, but I think it is about time that we shook things up. Here’s hoping this year goes just as well as last year.

The cold is really making it difficult to think of something cheerful and upbeat to write. Besides, I can only really write a paragraph a time before my fingers get too cold. Just thankful that my coat coordinates with the rest of my outfit. I may die of hypothermia, but at least I will look good.


Thankful for all you have given me.

Lots of love.