There's a song in a Fred Astaire movie where these three guys sing cheerfully about what they have to look forward to when they are sent to Siberia.
It appears that this should be the theme song of the area I'm working in.
Seriously, I'm wearing a sweater over my regular clothes, and I'm still cold enough that my fingernails are turning blue.
The shop floor below us is warm. The other buildings are warm. Why does it feel like they're running the air conditioning in here?
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