London broil anyone?

It's been hot in South Western Ontario. Hot, like Africa hot! But humid. Really humid, like the jungle, not that I have ever been in or near a tropical jungle, but I have watched an episode or two of Survivor.

To quote a line in Good Morning Vietnam, "Warm? No. This is the setting for London broil."

So now that I have it established that I think it's hot I'll speed up to the real issue of today. Actually the same issue I've had all week, but it's been to hot to write about it.

Last week the property owner of the building that my office is in had a crew of heating and cooling boys out to give the system a check-up. The only problem they found was an old noisy blower that didn't seem to have any function other than to make noise and blow very little air apparently nowhere. So they did what anyone would do. They removed it without telling anyone.

Well that P.O.S. little noisy blower did have a function and a very important one actually. It blow the cold air into my office. You see, my office was the result of a renovation several years ago and the tenant (my business partners) not wanting to actually spend any money to upgrade the heating and cooling system, simply had the heating and cooling contractors install an old noisy blower, which as I mentioned was removed a week ago.

SO until the heating and cooling boys come back to reinstall the old noisy blower (Yes, they are going to reinstall the old P.O.S. instead of paying for a new one) I will have to accept the temperature of my office being a London broil setting.

I wonder how bad the pickled herring I found in the staff fridge is going to smell after spending the weekend in my garbage can?