How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?

[captainsblog]

Halftime. Or more like end of the first period, eh? I've been in pretty perpetual motion since 6:30 this morning, somehow managing to attend two court hearings, and file five different court cases in three different courts while traveling among four separate buildings in two cities 70 miles apart.

As you've heard me say before, I'm rather not used to this sort of thing. It also doesn't help that today is our one day this week, apparently, previewing the Festival of Humidity that us hardy upstaters usually only have to endure for a few weeks out of the year. On days like this, though, I need to do the enduring in coat and tie. It amazes me going into offices along the way and seeing the wymyns of the clerk persuasion WEARING SWEATERS while I'm doing enough sweating for both of us. 

As I've posted before, though, I do understand the phenomenon, which a far better (and chillier) pundit than I famously described under the heading

Sarah Jessica's Parka

And look, there's my Outlook finally connecting! The client I emailed yesterday about an either/or appointment today wants it either. As in an hour ago. Bye.

Comments

[ellettra.livejournal.com]

we have the girls-freezing issue in my office, too, and i have a space heater under my desk. this has been the norm since i have worked in office culture. sometimes mark will even whimper about the space heater being on, but i just give him The Withering Glance and he slinks back into his office where icicles hang from the ceiling and frost coats the walls. i mean seriously. i am a girl who weighs about a buck 55. he is a man who tops 200 and keeps going. i understand the difference in core temperature, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

congrats on getting a bazillion things done today!

[liddle-oldman.livejournal.com]

Generally, at about the temperature I stop sweating through my pants, my staff would put on sweaters and start to whine.

Here, I used to work with a woman who, when I passed her near the thermostat, would actually curve over it protectively and scream at me "I'm turning it up to 80! I'm turning it up to 80!" The thermostats here don't work, of course, but it was still insane.

How did we survive caves and prairie huts??