It is currently eighty-one degrees (Fahrenheit) in my office. The air conditioning is on (and set to seventy), my fan is blowing (on high), and my window is open. Yet, I sit here sweltering. My ass is sticking to my pleather chair. I have sweat gathering between the girls and I don't sweat. I realize that my job is a metaphorical hell. I realize that my boss is evil personified. But really, must this place actually FEEL like hell?
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