Ever wonder how the hell you got here?  I mean here, to this point?  I just begged my boss to let me turn down the thermostat one degree.  So it would actually come on!  She said, “Do you have your fan on?”.   “Yes mom, I have my fan on.  Should I try taking my clothes off first?!”   The reason I have to ask to change it is because the thermostats are locked in boxes, so I have to use the key to open and change it and she obsessively watches to see if the temperature was changed.  And it’s not like I want it some excessive level.  She has it set to 79 degrees, which is just insane.  I don’t even keep my house that hot.  IT won’t even come on at 79, so when I get in in the mornings I sneak it down to 78 so it will at least come on, but usually it doesn’t even come on at 78 either.  So I have to sneak or beg to turn it to 77.  Sigh.  When there was a democrat in the white house, i worked for a cool little dotcom.  We had beer fridays and raced rc cars.  my boss was human (although he still freaked at the electric bill also).  How did I get here?  And the worse it gets, the more I put up with it…