For the past week or so, the air conditioning hasn’t worked in our office. I have a little desk fan that manages to move the 80-degree air over my left arm, so at least a part of me feels a little cooler. It’s bad enough that some of the guys have actually left to work at home instead of enduring the heat. And it’s bad enough that the chocolate chips in my cookies have melted as they sit on my desk.
Brent’s dealing with it by sitting at his desk and eating ice cream directly out of the half-gallon box. He has the right idea…