It's on...

There's going to be a brawl in my office. The co-worker and I have been arguing for 7+ years about the air conditioning in this box, and it's getting nasty. I'm pretty sure we'll be throwing down before the end of next week.

Here's the issue: She's a reptile. I'm an eskimo.

See the conflict? For years, we've been passive-aggressively grumping. She turns the air conditioning down when she goes to the printer, I start wiping sweat from my brow. I turn the air conditioning up on my way to the bathroom, she shivers behind me. It's getting old, and I think one of us is going down...soon.

It's on, sister. It's on like Donkey Kong.