I really do work in hell. The air conditioner has been on overnight and has managed to cool my office to a balmy 77 (Yes balmy. We've acquired some humidity to go with our heat. Whoopdefukindoo!). Since I am not looking at the sea, listening to the waves, smelling the sunscreen, or drinking a piña colada, this is no good. This is why people go postal. Normal person, extreme temperature, surrounded by wackjobs. You do the math.