Some people might call me petty and childish.I prefer EVIL and childish.

Today I start the official Air Conditioning War of 2006.

AssDiver* complained yesterday that it felt stuffy in her office as if no air was getting in and did I notice a difference. As I sit in a cubicle farm and DON'T have my own personal office WITH a door, I responded snottily that I felt comfortable.

Apparently AssDiver decided to complain to maintenance about her problem. So this morning while I was in the staff meeting (which AssDiver came late to), someone stopped by and fiddled with MY thermostat stating that was part of the problem. I'm sorry, but MY thermostat only controls the air in the cubicle farm. HER thermostat controls the air in HER FUCKING office.

So AssDiver checks her thermostat and realizes she hadn't turned it down low enough to get the air started.

So when I get back to my desk the air is BLASTING. I check and those bastards set it at SIXTY-MOTHERFUCKING-EIGHT! So I immediately turn it back to 75.

Then I hear AssDiver complain to Hairadactyl** that the air was fine but now it's not.

So my plan is to fuck with the air all day and drive her insane.


I'm okay with being childish.

*so named by that girl due to an incident where AssDiver tried to get into the backseat of the car by putting her ass in first (instead of what normal people do and put their foot in first). She then promptly fell into the foot well where she remained stuck for a few minutes...like a crab on her back.

**so named during an outing with FreshMeat and that girl due to this person's enormous about of hair.