I am always freezing in our office.
I have lower than normal blood pressure, which naturally lends to me getting cold. Plus I work with a lot of middle aged men who are controlling the thermostat who have higher than normal blood pressure.
But I don’t complain. I’m clearly the minority in my discomfort, so I don’t make a fuss or change the temperature. I just have a little throw blanket I keep at my desk for my lap or shoulders.
But though I don’t try to draw attention to myself over the issue, Michael can’t make it that easy.
Every time he walks out of his office and sees me with my blanket, I hear one of the following comments, (very loudly so the whole office stares):
“Are you COLD?!!?”
“You know, it’s like 73 degrees in here! That’s what the thermostat says! And you’re still cold, huh?”
“Hey why don’t you close the air vent above you? Oh it IS closed??! And you’re STILL cold?!?!?? WOW!”
“Hey Pam’s cold. Do you think it’s cold in here? Yeah me neither. But she’s always cold!”
“Hey will someone get this girl a PARKA!”
Sometimes I try to explain my position to him, hoping it would help him to understand and stop making scenes over it. I have low blood pressure, I say. I’m wearing summer dresses while he’s wearing suits. My air vent won’t close all the way. His office is much warmer than the rest of the office.
Nothing worked. And this week I snapped.
“Oh there she is with her blanket again.”
“Will you leave me ALONE!” I say, matching the volume of his comment.
He freezes and stares at me wide-eyed.
“Yes I’m cold,” I say. “I don’t make a big deal out of it. I don’t ask anyone to change the temperature. I just put a little blanket over my lap and keep my mouth shut and you always have to make a scene over it.”
“Ok,” he says, with his tail between his legs. “So you’re really cold, huh? You poor thing.” and he scurries off into his office.
About 20 minutes pass. Jim walks over.
“So, hey, are you COLD?!”
Shut up Jim.