I seriously liked my new job.

Till about 1pm this afternoon.

At which point our boss decided to finally turn the aircon from heating to cooling. And my brain decided to convince me that I was actually going to freeze to death in the next 4 hours.

I have to admit that it was really convincing, since my nose, hands and feet instantly felt like having spent an hour at a christmas market drinking punch. And the rest of my body started catching up about ten minutes later. At which point I was ready to die. Or weep and beg for the aircon to be turned off again.

Being me I started to grunt and bark at anyone trying to talk to me and pull my head down between my shoulder blades hoping for my boss to get the hint. Suprisingly he didn’t.

That’s Americans (oops, Australians) for you. Only last week it was the coldest winter and hopefully it is over soon. And three days later it is too hot and we haven’t cooled down the place to 18 degrees in over two months. Let’s turn the bloody thing on and celebrate that it’s summer.

So, if I don’t report back in a couple of days, can someone please pour some hot water over me to thaw me up again?