I hate my job

Yep... you probably guessed it. AC is out, again. Not just out in our part of the building, but completely and totally out. I'm going to die. Seriously... I hate... hate... HATE working in the hot, humid, sticky, muggy building that I work in. It's bad enough when the AC is on, because the building is so grundgy and dirty. But add 85 degrees, plus some to that, and you've got yourself a hell hole. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have 5 extra pounds of blood coursing through my body, making it feel like 110 degrees instead of 85. Maybe if I wasn't pregnant... but then again, everyone else in the office is about to go crazy. So I'm not the only one. I promise! I'm not!