There is a line in my work office/space, where the desks and cubicles of the customer service kids sit. Where we stare at computer screens and answer phones around the clock, trying to appease frustrated parents whose children need to graduate tomorrow but have yet to finish their online classes. This line exists between two sections of the desks, and it separates the warm seats from the cold ones. As you sit there in your solitary world of post-it notes, lost pens, and Clorox wipes, your body's defences for keeping warm slowly put their guard down and you can find yourself on either side of this line: you can sit near the front in the heat, sweltering, wondering "why me?" and begging for a breath of fresh air. Or you sit in the back, further away from the outside world and freeze, fight over the space heater with a dozen other skirt-clad girls.
Or...you can find your own solution, and go barefoot and heat up your freezing toes on the warmth emitted from the PC at your feet. It works wonders I swear.
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