This is totally not a complaint about my job. I adore my job.
Okay, it’s a little, tiny complaint. There is an air conditioning vent (which is inexplicably blowing icy air in January) directly above my lovely desk. Turning me into a Katsicle daily.
I’ve tried combatting it by turning on a little electric space heater under my desk. Which quickly results in the state described in the title of this post.
I’m just afraid one day, massive convective air currents are going to form around my desk, creating a tornado that carries me to Dubuque, Iowa, mouse and coffee cup still in-hand.
On the positive side, I’ve never been to Dubuque. I hear it’s nice.