In our office, the thermostat is the Iron Throne, and the battle for control is never-ending. On one side, you’ve got Linda from HR, who insists that the temperature never dip below 75 degrees. She brings in space heaters like we’re in the Arctic, while the rest of us are sitting there sweating through our shirts. On the other side, there’s Steve from sales, who thinks 65 degrees is “perfect working weather.” He once showed up in a scarf because, in his words, “it’s brisk in here today.” Every day, it’s a new chapter in this saga of passive-aggressive thermostat adjustments, and honestly, we’re all just pawns in their climate control game.
