Most times, I find my workplace very funny. I mean, it’s just like any other job, and when things are normal, it’s a funny locale. It’s a production warehouse that I report to each morning, but I work in the office portion of the building, which means I walk through the entire production floor to get to a tiny cement office where three of us keep the business end of things moving smoothly along. That being said, there is a bit of a divide between myself and the production staff, one of the major differences is our environments
. The warehouse itself is quite open to the outside world, meaning that the temperature is totally dependent on the outdoor temperature every day. Normally, that means it’s hot and humid outside on the production floor. In the past month or so, the weather has taken a drastic turn. Suddenly, the outdoor air temperature is running at 50 degrees, so the factory is about 50 degrees, as well. That meant it was time to switch on the heat in the office. Sitting still all day and gazing at a computer doesn’t sizzling you up the same way as hauling around bags of grain and heavy metal kegs do. I was ready for the oil furnace to start running as soon as the temperature dipped.
What I wasn’t ready for, was the reaction of the production staff who were working in the room next to the office. Suddenly they ran out from the small room, exclaiming “What’s burning?!” and looking around wildly. That’s when it occurred to me that the first run of the oil furnace was really pretty scented, and that the production staff was unlikely to be thinking about heating. Sorry for the fright..