This is a test of the emergency broadcast system.
If this were a real test, broadcasters in your area would have followed this announcement with beer.
Instead…
My sixth floor cubicle has one major flaw.
It’s frigid.
The air conditioning vent is right above my head. I look up, and that’s all I see.
The air conditioning vents seem to run around the building’s edge, right at the windows. If I move interior, away from the vents, things are appreciably warmer.
At least, that’s true on this, the northern side of the building.
On the southern side of the building, things are warmer. Much warmer.
Same basic set-up. Same positioning for air conditioning vents.
Not a frigid icebox, however.
What’s strange and curious is that where the two sides meet there’s a humid, sweltering mess. It’s like two weather systems have collided. I expect hurricanes to form there, tropical storms to rain water down, flooding the elevator shafts as waterfalls cascade to the lower floors.
I’d almost welcome that.
It would be more exciting than here, where it’s frigid. Where I sit, shivering. Where I wonder, “When is the blizzard going to strike?”
It is cold here.
It’s almost definitely set to maintain the same temp on both sides of the building. It’s a fundemental flaw of most A/C – it’s built around the idea that temp comfort overrides relative humidity (RH). I used to work with and in controlled chambers: you could hold the temp to 20C and dial up the RH. Walk into a chamber set to 20C and 33%RH and it’d feel like Iceland. Walk into the same chamber set to 20C and 76%RH and it’d be like the tropic of cancer. Add UV heat to the mix on the south-facing side and you’ve got your microclimates.