my secret santa gave me a space heater for christmas, im starting to feel guilty for bitching about the gift now that i’m toasty warm all the time. i always forget my cubical reaches subterranean temperatures, i attribute this to my scarf fetish. that and the fact that i enjoy things to be tightly bound around my neck. not like asphyxiation or anything, i just find it comforting…too far?
anyhoo, i came in on monday to a yellow post-it note on my computer screen reading- “FIRE HAZARD (arrow to space heater). PLEASE TURN OFF.” i was pleasantly surprised when i came in today and found yet another post-it note, “THIS IS NOT A JOKE. TURN OFF.”
what can i say, i'm forgetful. but in all seriousness, think the third time’s a charm?
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Funny that you mention this. I am also quite forgetful and Christine always sends me texts along the lines of Bad Chim Chim, Very Very Bad! Sometimes they include photos of monkeys. Left it on again and get a text that I've lost my privileges. Get here this morning, space heater is hidden and I think I have frostbitten toes. Take heed, Ness.
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