Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

I have never had such a hard time with a skein of yarn. Tried to wind it up into a pull ball and the damned stuff just would not stay in shape. There was much cursing and screaming involved because it fell and got completely tangled up. Ended up having to sit at the table to untangle it all and wind it into a traditional round ball of yarn, because that was the only way I could get it all to stay together. Gorgeous stuff, but what a pain in the ass. And there’s another skein I’ll have to roll up later, as I don’t think one skein will make both the fingerless gloves I’m going to make out of this mess. What a royal pain in the ass.

I have become that stereotype of the overweight male who has to wear too much work clothing so wants the temperature set to a reasonable 70-72. Which is what the temp has mostly been. But apparently last week they moved a new co-worker to the office next to mine because hers was too cold and she cranked the (shared between our offices) thermostat to 76, where it was when I came in today and boiled in my office (until I went and adjusted it down, because she wasn’t in the office). Apologized to our office manager that I was going to add another variable to her space allocation work, but let her know that long term this was going to be an issue. I think perhaps we could switch her with yet another coworker who, like me, wants it on the cooler side, and then she’d be in an office with a shared thermostat with another woman who wants it warmer. Why they shared the thermostats in the first place is beyond me, but there are many things about this office that escape me.