Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

The sun need not bake down on your head to get the body’s cooling system into over-drive: the ever-present humidity and the warmth radiating from the ground is enough to roast, albeit like a slow-cooker.

School kids, grateful that their school uniforms are white, walk hurriedly to their next class, while unlucky ones whose uniform happened to be black in colour curse at being turned into an oven.

As for me, I shiver in steamy frustration at the air vent directly above me in the office. This, when I am wearing a long-sleeved shirt, which itself is covered by a jacket, makes the experience unwieldy. As someone used to the heat, the cold made my hands numb, and easily (though ironically) hot-headed. And the comments on the computer turned an overcast shade.

The nonsense about keeping the server cool (I don’t understand why we have to be kept frozen together with the server; if it likes being cold so much, we might as well have kept it in the Artics) and the fact that the remote controls in the room do absolutely nothing (they are linked to the central controls) make the situation look really ridiculous.

Already, outside the building, office workers were wiping sweat off their brows as they exit the shade during lunchtime. I zipped up my jacket. And sneezed. The cold sometimes got way over the top that people were turning in sick. I sometimes wonder whether I was keeping healthy by way of sheer will.

Oh, by the way, I wish to thank the management of the corporation for visiting this blog; please kindly disregard above said post. I mean nothing by that. Really!

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