Donna Quixotina and the aircons

About a week after our trip to Fiji my company sent me off to work for Tourism Australia for about 3 months. So on November 22nd I started my project there. They assigned me a nice, not too cold workplace where I had a laptop and an additional 19” screen. In addition to that I am free to use their kitchens including their really great coffee machines. (That’s where the Australian’s tax money goes.) The location of their office is really good, right in the CBD near Town Hall and next to Darling Harbour where I spend most of my lunch breaks. After the initial week of frustration I started to settle in and to enjoy that it only takes me 20 min now from door to desk.

Then happened what companies are so very proud of. Everybody had to move and got a new workplace assigned. In my case it “only” meant to move to the place directly next to me behind the divider. Didn’t seem so bad.

After less than an hour I noticed that the aircon shafts above me were working in overdrive and a constant stream of cold air was blowing down on me. I could have started to cry right there and then. Next day my throat started to hurt as well as my ears. I felt feverish and sick and cold to the bone though I was wearing an additional vest . I started to complain and really got someone from maintenance to responde. Only that they told me they cannot change anything. But I also cannot move back to my old place although it is still empty. It now belongs to another group.

So, in case you read something about another suicide shooter who first killed office colleagues with ricochetes while shooting at the aircon shafts and then himself. Yeah, that was probably me.

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