I don’t mean to complain – or maybe I do – but it’s cold in the warehouse. This happens every year. First there’s spring. Glorious spring and we open up the dock doors and let the sunshine in. Then it’s summer and it’s HOT in the warehouse. But we have fans for that. And those thingies you soak in water and put around your neck. Then it’s fall and the weather’s nice again. Open dock doors. Ah, fall.
But then it’s winter and it gets really, really cold in the warehouse. And it stays that way for a long, long time. We have long underwear. We also have heat, but I’m too cheap to turn it on. I think I cranked up the heat in the warehouse just once this winter, when we had some Davidson County inmates moving furniture for us. I guess I felt like they have enough problems without worrying about hypothermia.
I was thinking about this today because I’m working on some grants in collaboration with the Homelessness Commission to buy and distribute tents and sleeping bags to the most vulnerable people on the streets. There’s actually an index for this that ranks those in jeopardy of dying on the streets by risk factors. Emergency room visits. Cirrhosis of the liver. The elderly.
Maybe I have nothing to complain about, eh?