In which I don’t mess with the settings because they have the snowflake on.
The office thermostat has been set for the summer, and it has been agreed that the temperature should be “South Pole”. A quick check of the weather on Google shows me that the only places on Earth that are colder can be found:
No strike that. Thanks to either global warming, sun spots or liberals there is no place on Earth as cold as our office. Fox news plans to use us as evidence to throw in Al Gores face.
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In which a light dusting brings a country to its knees.
We’ve officially had our first failed Snowpocalypse of the year, the whole of the UK was warned about the impeding doom from some cold water in the sky and it sends everyone into a tizzy. We start to panic at the mere mention of a flutter, and start to prepare our exit plans from work.
One flake is enough to send the shivers through an office, murmurs and rumours of “did they send us home last time” spread and settle more heavily than the frozen precipitation. We have had some light snow and it is the end of civilization. Needless to say the country’s reaction is the same as it is every year.
Continue reading “The snowpocalypse is upo…it’s gone”