The Heat Is Indeed On
I don't know why I bother wearing winter clothes to work since my office is so much hotter during the winter than during the summer. The heater responsible for warming the entire half of our building runs beneath my desk, so sitting at my computer all day is akin to sitting in a hot tub all day. That heater broke once, and such a strange putrid liquid came out of it that I inquired who had brought a dog to work because it had gone to the bathroom under my desk. When water continued to pool under my desk I sorted out it was coming from the heater. In spite of that rancid smell and constant risk of electrocution, I found it a pleasant break from the heat.