Dear Pipsqueaks,
I understand that summer is just around the corner if not already preparing to tackle us down to the ground, but this is just ridiculous. It's only June and I already can't stand wearing long shirts and pants in the office WITH the aircon on. Yes, normally the office aircon is strong enough to shield us through the non-summer-but-still-easily-thirties Kuala Lumpur weather. However, with the increase of human bodies in the office, I believe the central aircon can't handle it anymore.
Then, my colleague wondered over to my desk and asked whether there was something wrong with the aircon. I listened closely for that humming sound, and true enough, it wasn't there. I quickly called the building maintenance...
"Hi there, can I just check with you whether there was anything wrong with the aircon?"
"No, everything okay. What floor, ah miss?"
"17."
"Ohhhh, soli ah. We fixing now."
*FACEPALM*
After being in this country for three years, I can still be amused by the people here. Amused in the most unexpecting ways. Well, at least we all had a good laugh in the office.
So what the happening? Hm, of all 22 floors in this building, OUR FLOOR's aircon is the only one under maintenance. Tell me, why is it always us?! Last time was the toilet smelling like an airport Smoke Room, and now it's office-style sauna. That's it - I'm coming in my tanks and shorts tomorrow! My boss ain't coming in anyway, so bite me.
For now, all we can do is...WUSAAAAAAA.
I understand that summer is just around the corner if not already preparing to tackle us down to the ground, but this is just ridiculous. It's only June and I already can't stand wearing long shirts and pants in the office WITH the aircon on. Yes, normally the office aircon is strong enough to shield us through the non-summer-but-still-easily-thirties Kuala Lumpur weather. However, with the increase of human bodies in the office, I believe the central aircon can't handle it anymore.
Then, my colleague wondered over to my desk and asked whether there was something wrong with the aircon. I listened closely for that humming sound, and true enough, it wasn't there. I quickly called the building maintenance...
"Hi there, can I just check with you whether there was anything wrong with the aircon?"
"No, everything okay. What floor, ah miss?"
"17."
"Ohhhh, soli ah. We fixing now."
*FACEPALM*
After being in this country for three years, I can still be amused by the people here. Amused in the most unexpecting ways. Well, at least we all had a good laugh in the office.
So what the happening? Hm, of all 22 floors in this building, OUR FLOOR's aircon is the only one under maintenance. Tell me, why is it always us?! Last time was the toilet smelling like an airport Smoke Room, and now it's office-style sauna. That's it - I'm coming in my tanks and shorts tomorrow! My boss ain't coming in anyway, so bite me.
For now, all we can do is...WUSAAAAAAA.