I’m typing with my gloves on. It’s not an easy feat. Why am I typing with my gloves on? Because facilities has deemed us to be unworthy of heat. It’s cold enough in here that a penguin would be bitching about it. We’ve called to complain, but apparently there are other people who are also without heat and who also have a little thing I like to call “clout.” Which means that they get to have someone try to fix their heat while we get to receive attitude for having the audacity to call a second time to report that, yes, it’s fricking Antarctica in here.
Oh please, Flying Spaghetti Monster, save us from the polar bears!
It’s not so bad if you sit right next to the heater
How can you deny this poor girl the chance to remember what it feels like to be warm?
Great pics!