It's 11 degree outside.
It was 7 when I arrived at work. The heat in the building can't keep up. So it's very cold in here.
Going to the bathroom was an experience in fast peeing. And washing your hands? ICE WATER. The bathroom doesn't seem to posses hot water. So washing your hands is like dipping them in a natural spring out of ALASKA.
Thank goodness it's WARM in The Homeland! I actually packed my SANDALS!
Now if only I can convince F to give me a French pedicure tonight, we'll be in business!