The big chill
Wednesday, November 17th, 2010 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanAs ever, we here at Government Towers are doing our bit to save electricity and as a consequence find ourselves at the forefront in the environmental fight. Hurrah!
What does this mean? Well, it means that staff suggestions, such as switching off monitors when away from the desk, using the stairs as much as possible instead of the lifts and printing on both sides of paper (I have had to add unnecessary text to missives to warrant the second side of print) have all been adopted as operating policy. But other than this, it appears that they have turned off the building’s heating.
I am okay, being a well-padded lardy boy, but some of the Bob Cratchits I work with are feeling the pinch (How I laugh: back in the 1970s, before the greenhouse effect and later, global warming, I took talk of the new ice age seriously and stuffed my face accordingly. Who’s laughing now, Skeletor?). There are rumblings of discontent here on the first floor, but apparently up on the fifth, people are sitting at their desks wearing coats and gloves. Welcome to the twenty-first century, welcome to the caring society. Welcome to the Stone Age.
We are told that energy consumption is down 19% on this time last year, which is the equivalent of 45 tons of CO2, or the emissions of ten semi detached houses. When winter proper comes, I am hopeful that there will be a blue tint to everything around here and a thin layer of ice crystals, like you get in the movies when life support goes off. Then I shall type in mittens.
What does this mean? Well, it means that staff suggestions, such as switching off monitors when away from the desk, using the stairs as much as possible instead of the lifts and printing on both sides of paper (I have had to add unnecessary text to missives to warrant the second side of print) have all been adopted as operating policy. But other than this, it appears that they have turned off the building’s heating.
I am okay, being a well-padded lardy boy, but some of the Bob Cratchits I work with are feeling the pinch (How I laugh: back in the 1970s, before the greenhouse effect and later, global warming, I took talk of the new ice age seriously and stuffed my face accordingly. Who’s laughing now, Skeletor?). There are rumblings of discontent here on the first floor, but apparently up on the fifth, people are sitting at their desks wearing coats and gloves. Welcome to the twenty-first century, welcome to the caring society. Welcome to the Stone Age.
We are told that energy consumption is down 19% on this time last year, which is the equivalent of 45 tons of CO2, or the emissions of ten semi detached houses. When winter proper comes, I am hopeful that there will be a blue tint to everything around here and a thin layer of ice crystals, like you get in the movies when life support goes off. Then I shall type in mittens.