My office is partitioned into two - a larger area for the girl mags and a smaller one for us boys at Men's Health and Torque. The problem is, air conditioning gets channelled to the skinny, spaghetti strapped, shawl draped, mini skirted girls first - so every time someone has more then three goosebumps appear across their water retentioned skin, they swith the AC off. The boys then start to get all hot and sweaty (and not for desire) and whenever one of us walks over to turn the thing back on... well... the buggerettes won't let us.
So we've put up this little yellow table fan - pathetic but pragmatic. That, or we can huddle and use the strength of numbers to overcome their evil eyes!
Later tonight, i'm going for this Nando's Chicken launch of a virtual manager football game. What the heck grilled chickens have to do with computer games i'll never guess. Still, its at Soul'd Out, which means free beers! haha... i really should quit setting my self up to be dissappointed.
Oh well... one never knows.
