Ooooh, hot, isn’t it? I’m enjoying sitting in traffic jams for the first time in my life, thanks to the healthy portion of air-conditioning my wonderful car pumps out.
Which is more than can be said for my company’s Head Office. I pop up there twice a week for regular support problems and meetings, and the entire top floor has no air-conditioning, but does helpfully have at least 20 warm computers happily pumping out a lot of heat. The prominently placed thermometer (parked outside the Managing Director’s office, probably as a subtle hint), hit 34 degrees last Thursday. And it only stopped there because that was the end of the scale. Multiple fans have been set up in the vain hope of ridding the office of its tropical climate, but all that sadly does is push the hot air around the room.
I had a look at the laws on maximum office temperatures (yes, yes, i had a few idle moments this week). And amazingly, there’s no legal maximum temperature limit. It could be warmer than Marrakech in there (and from personal experience, that’s a scorcher), and there’s nothing you can do about it. Apparently, the American company that owns the UK branch told the MD that “we spend money on stores, not offices.” Bit of a false economy if it’s too hot to work, though…
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