An Open Letter to the Joker Who Controls the Office Thermostat
Dear Pop Artists,
I’m not sure who’s doing it, but I do NOT appreciate your little joke. Turning up the thermostat a few degrees may seem like innocuous ribbing to you, but it’s not. I sit right by the vent, and you know it. Why, I got home last night and had lost 3 inches off my waist. There was a puddle under my desk, which is not only embarrassing, it’s also potentially dangerous: FYI, water and electricity don’t mix.
Look, I may be happy and jolly, but I have my limits. The thermostat has been set to acceptable safety levels for EVERYONE in the office. If you’re too cool working here, go downstairs to the creative department. They’re used to that sort of attitude.
Sincerely,
- Frosty
Dear Frosty,
I have it on good authority that the thermostat culprit is none other than Sam the Snowman of Rankin-Bass fame. I overheard him mumbling to himself in the bathroom stall…something about “being sick and tired of playing 2nd snowman” and “having to repeat the story of a young red-nosed reindeer who, after being ousted from the reindeer games because of his beaming honker, teams up with Hermey, an elf who wants to be a dentist, and Yukon Cornelius, the prospector” over and over again and never getting the recognition he deserves.
He is out to get you my friend, so be weary…you may not be living in a winter wonderland for very long.
Signed, Santa’s Little Sqealer
Posted on Dec 19, 2007.
Sno-cones… delicious or cannibalistic? Just curious what the snowman’s perspective is.
Posted on Dec 19, 2007.
Frosty;
If you melt into a puddle, and then re-freeze into a block, are you the same person?
Posted on Dec 28, 2007.