They finally got the heat pump in my office ceiling replaced, and I was able to come back to work (not happily, I might add) on Tuesday. So it’s no longer hotter than hell in there. In fact it’s f*cking cold. Or it is whenever the thermostat – located in the conference room next door – calls for cooling. See, we have what I’m guessing is a 6″ (maybe 8″) supply duct for our office, and it really cranks out the cold air. I hate to complain, lest they roast me come summer (assuming we ever have a summer around here, which I’m starting to doubt). Why I can’t just work from home every day (barring having to attend some stupid meeting or other – which are much fewer and farther between than with my old job, and more often than not if I have to attend a meeting, I can just call in) is beyond me. But whatever.

The weather dork said the average temperature as of yesterday for this month has been 9.2°. Assuming we don’t get some kind of radical heat wave (which seems rather doubtful – it was 3° on the way in this morning and we’re supposed to have overnight lows well below zero for the rest of the month), we should beat the previous “coldest month ever” by over three degrees. So, whoopee for us.

I hate to spend so much time bitching about the weather – I realize it’s pretty much the entire east coast that’s suffering – but it’s getting to the point where it’s downright depressing. I mean, you kinda know going into winter around here it’s not exactly gonna be beach weather, but there’s kind of an expected time table as to the way things are supposed to unfold, climatically speaking, and right about now we’re supposed to be getting an occasional nice day to give up an indication that there’s some light at the end of the tunnel.

The weather fruit on the news this morning sad Saturday was going to a “beautiful” day because after a low of -8 or so, it’s going to be sunny with a high of 18. Yeah – that’s what constitutes a beautiful day theses days. And now they say we may get a shitload of wet heavy snow next week.

And now I have to come to work and freeze my fucking ass off.

Clearly, I picked a really bad month to quit drinking beer.