as was previously stated, it feels like a desert island in customer service -- and not in a good way. if you walk into the department at a casual pace (about 2.5 mph), you will notice that, the moment you cross the threshold into the box that is customer service, the temperature spikes to about 85 degrees Farenheit. except, it doesn't spike. it sits up there until you leave the sauna.
apparently, the A/C compressor went haywire. there's cold air sitting in the vents; it's just not being ushered into the room. at least my office has a nice little Hawaiian Breeze fan that blows air around. it helps a little. i feel bad for the 2 pregnant girls who had to sit in this all day.
but really, it's so hot i'm gonna have a heat stroke.
and i forgot to put deodorant on this morning.
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