Hot Wet Maddening Workdays

Our office is located above a bustling machine shop in a large and relatively new hangar. Our outside wall overlooks the beautiful cigarette butt-lined parking lot through a series of large, un-opening windows. The air conditioning unit for the office and the rest of the furnished part of the hangar is located on the roof. For reasons that have not been explained to me, or not explained to me very well, or that I have forgotten, when the outside temperatures exceed a certain point, condensation forms inside the unit and is subsequently frozen by what must be some heavy duty industrial a/c processes inside this mysterious metal box. The result: the frozen condensate blocks a vent from opening (or closing) and the unit shuts down.

Sooo - you see where I'm going with this - on those really unbearably hot days our office has no climate control, and we are left to mope around sluggishly inside our 30-degree greenhouse. Like zombies, sweaty sweaty zombies. It is actually warmer inside the office than outside on the asphalt. On these days, it feels like you are wearing an old wet towel and have been lobotomized, with a ball of wet yarn stuffed behind your eyeballs. Counter to the laws of thermodynamics (NERD!) this overbearing heat causes all manner of thought processes and motor skills to slow. Employees shuffle around like senior citizens and the conversations become infinitely more stupid. Again, like zombies... sweaty sweaty zombies.

Conversely, when the outside temperature is relatively cool and comfortable, or cloudy and rainy, the a/c works gangbusters and the office is downright frigid. It's lose/lose.

And the proposed solution: when the a/c isn't working, call the maintenance guy. He should be there sometime after lunch