A few of us have blogged before about the quirkiness of working in an old Victorian house, but nothing brings out such heated debate amongst the pub department as when we discuss the temperature.

The very nature of this old building lends itself to leaky windows and troubles with the A/C. Some of us are made to suffer and sweat as an Indiana summer sun streams through the oversized, outdated windows and bakes the air to a stifling degree. Yet others of us sit bundled in fleece jackets because the thermostat doesn’t know when to cut the A/C off.

There are internal battles for thermostat dominance as well. It’s funny to watch. “Nobody’s watching…click click…two degrees up. Ah, much better.”  Fifteen minutes later: “Man, it’s hot in here! Click click… three degrees down. Ahhh, much better.” Hmm, I wonder why the A/C is confused?

Rest assured we have a highly rated HVAC company from Angie’s List on speed dial. And, bless their hearts, they come out, take a good look and give us a stern warning about fiddling with the thermostat.

“Who? Me? I don’t touch the thermostat. It must be someone else. Certainly not me.” Wink wink. “Ah-hem! What’s that over there?” Click click… ahhhh.