A thermostat war of one's own
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dancer.
The topic of co-workers complaining about the thermostat reminds me vaguely of my third month here (in 1995!) when we hosted an academic conference. A friend and I were manning the slide projector for one large auditorium nearby on campus, and all day this one professor of art history from somewhere or other kept coming back and complaining to us that it was either too hot or too cold, whereupon he'd give us a withering look and then change the setting on the thermostat to hypercorrect the situation. A little later he'd come back with the opposite complaint, "fix" the thermostat again, glare at us, and return to his seat.
And so on, probably six times in all, but perhaps time and memory have increased the number a little.
No one touched the thermostat all day except him. You may not be surprised to hear that he was not at all receptive to having this pointed out.
We wondered if his behavior had something to do with the fact that he had an enormous gauze bandage on the top of his balding head like some square white yarmulke. But there were other other academic weirdos around who did not show any signs of recent head injury, so maybe not.
dancer.The topic of co-workers complaining about the thermostat reminds me vaguely of my third month here (in 1995!) when we hosted an academic conference. A friend and I were manning the slide projector for one large auditorium nearby on campus, and all day this one professor of art history from somewhere or other kept coming back and complaining to us that it was either too hot or too cold, whereupon he'd give us a withering look and then change the setting on the thermostat to hypercorrect the situation. A little later he'd come back with the opposite complaint, "fix" the thermostat again, glare at us, and return to his seat.
And so on, probably six times in all, but perhaps time and memory have increased the number a little.
No one touched the thermostat all day except him. You may not be surprised to hear that he was not at all receptive to having this pointed out.
We wondered if his behavior had something to do with the fact that he had an enormous gauze bandage on the top of his balding head like some square white yarmulke. But there were other other academic weirdos around who did not show any signs of recent head injury, so maybe not.
