it’s cold in the office. this is not a new development, because it’s always cold in here. we have one meeting room that is always so cold that it’s just been dubbed the meat locker. of course the creative area is colder than most areas in the office, almost as bad as the meat locker. john just came over and wondered if maybe we could get some sort of propane or kerosene heater to just keep in the middle of our little pod.

“screw the heater, i’m gonna get a big barrel and just start burning office supplies.”
“yeah,” he said.
“we can just hover over it like hobos.”
“right, we can all stop bathing.”
“and get those gloves with the fingers cut off,” we said at the same time.
“and then i can start carrying my diet coke in a brown paper bag.”
“i think that will send a clear message to management,” he said.
“yeah, turn on the damn heat.”