long week, yeah.

[whitereflection]

Stupid building is cold. But more than that, one of the fun new things about the work area I've been moved to is it's cold *all year*. So now when the building is cold it is VERY COLD. HALLO ICE AGE. Distracting as hell, lemme tell ya. I wear my flannel shirt all the time (I hate long sleeves >( ), but my feet are frozen and I swear I can see my breath.

Sad that I'm coming to realize how I actually enjoy my work, because I despise my work environment. So damned uncomforable and distracting in so many ways.

I miss my music constantly. SERIOUSLY. It's funny, one of the cataloging mailing lists I'm on has a discussion thread of what are little ways that brighten peoples' work day, and you know what many, many of them are listing? GETTING TO LISTEN TO MUSIC WHILE WORKING. ARGH. I feel like a junkie with no patch.

Yay for my help desk time. I miss the web, to be honest.

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[seisei-ftw.livejournal.com]

Is there no way of brining this up as a problem?

Though in the end fleeing that evil hole is the best plan, it's still got to be workable while you plot that :{

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Yar, I can send a fixit ticket to the building people--and it's on my to-do list, though I'm procrastinatey and haven't done it yet. :p But the problem is that this has been like this for years and years, since I worked upstairs and a person I used to know was down in this work area and complained of it. It's never been fixed at all, and I think it may be something they *can't* fix, until maybe the upcoming building renovation?

Though when I do send the fixit ticket, I may ask if space heaters are possible, if nothing can be done about the general temp. That'd help a little, at least make it so maybe I still have to wear an extra long-sleeve shirt, but wouldn't feel the need to bring in a blanket to drape over my legs >_<

Still really out of sorts that I like this work so much (except when it gets slow and I'm doing suck busywork). It's making it hard to look elsewhere. Why can't my supervisor disappear and be replaced by someone who'd let me use my iPod--and who wouldn't speak poorly of the cataloging half of the department (who not only were my coworkers but some also close personal friends) when I'm *right there* to hear. And he's always pushing others around, even his equals, and why does our dept chair not *notice this*?? DX!!! Rargh.


Anyway. :/