“Ice to meet you…”

Fucking A, so the AC is a little wacky in the new office, but it’s really not that bad. My coworkers, however, bitch like the office was in Antarctica. I swear, I’d rather eat a box of rat poison than put up with another day of non-stop whining about how the thermostat dropped below 72. I once worked a five hour shift with a strange, rhythmic stabbing sensation in my stomach (which later at the ER was diagnosed as Appendicitis) and didn’t complain a peep. Pansies...