Think me not unkind and rude, that I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood, to fetch his word to men.

Not the post about hypercompetitiveness. No, that one is still to come. Bear with me here.

This one is, after a fashion, a rant. One that will avoid all male/female lame comedian humour, for, in honour of Milk and Cheese, all stand-ups must die.

Given the range of people around and about in any given office, and the nationalities if said office is in Cambridge-Town, the temperature at which said inhabitants would be comfortable varies. From the ‘Merkan desert, to the African plains, from the western edge of Europe to the home counties, we all like the aircon to be set to different values.

So there has to be compromise. OR DOES THERE? I think not. Whyso, you say, me being a veritable beacon of reasonableness and sanity. Well, gentle reader, it goes like this:

People are cold. They turn the aircon stat up to something above sixteen^oC. I have seen it even set to in the 20s. I know, I know, what is with that? But I don’t wish to put any value judgement on this myself. Yet. So now these people are toasty, but those who can’t take such heat are getting uncomfortable. It makes it hard to work, hard to concentrate and downright unpleasant. It is now hard for these people to cool down, as without the luxury of a neekid-only office, the only way is to open the window, letting in noise and wind. While the wind has the desired cooling effect, it also rearranges the paper on desks. Which leads to the conclusion that turning the stat up isn’t the best idea.

People are cold. They leave the aircon stat where it is, and put on a jumper, or a cardy, or a binliner for all I care. But the stat stays where it is. So now these people are warm(er), due to the extra layers, and those of us who need things cooler are also happy. Which leads to the conclusion that turning the stat up isn’t the best idea.

Look at it with Cold Hard Facts. It is easier for cold people to heat up in a cold office than it is for hot people to cool down in a warm office. It isn’t rocket science. (It is thermodynamics, but I digress.)

See, I could have pitched this as a …isn’t it funny how men….isn’t it funny how wimmin… comedy schtick. But then I would have to kill myself and my right-on comedy career would, happily, end there.

But seriously folks, don’t you hate it when you walk into Starbucks, and the waitress is all bang bang thud

There is a light that never goes on