Recently, I graduated from college with a bachelor’s in Finance. That is just a fancy way of saying I have knack to handle everyone else’s numbers but mine own. Finding a decent paying job in my field was difficult. No one really wants to take a risk on someone so young and inexperienced. Even though I had the degree, most everyone wants someone with the experience as well as the degree. I finally decided I needed to find an entry level job with the opportunity to work my way up. So I found that. Now I am working in an office building. The place is cold. The cool air frosts the windows, as it keeps out the summer heat. The air conditioning is always a muted roar as it runs all day. We employees freeze. I wear cardigans to work, in August. If I decided to wear a skirt that day, close toed shoes are a must. I drink hot tea, when ordinarily I would run far away from anything hot. My body shakes from the chill. There is a vent right over my desk; I can feel cold air down my neck most of the day. It is a typical office in that regard. Everywhere I look, there are either jackets on the back of chairs, or even blankets. Indeed, one employee has a few afghans. The other building at the campus I work at is even colder. I had my training in there and I froze all day long. But I am grateful that there was even air conditioning to begin with. Life would be awful without it.