You know what else is a room without windows? Motherfucking prison. Human rights literature frequently classifies prisons with poor human rights standards as lacking proper ventilation. Why the fuck is it okay for offices and educational institutions to do this when it’s not even okay for prisons?
Sitting in a room without windows with other people increases the room temperature and results in inhaling pieces of them. I don’t care how much you vacuum the fuck out of a carpet, if there are no windows in a room then you’re just moving people’s skin cells around with the dust.
When I’ve been in a room without windows for too long, my throat gets sore. And I start sneezing and coughing up the other people in the room. Because dead skin cells have been fucking detonated into the air with a vacuum cleaner like a physical form of the foul historical annals of everyone who has ever been in the room, and they have traveled through my respiratory system.
My suburban elementary school was in a building with classrooms that had no windows. I got sick pretty much every week. Chicken pox fucking tore through our school like the motherfucking black plague. So did lice. That’s worse than a prison with poor human rights standards; that’s like a prison with poor human rights standards from the motherfucking medieval times.
Why the fuck would anyone ever do this? Windows aren’t hard. They’re negative space. They’re just a lack of wall. How hard is it to make a fucking hole?
Every crowded room without a window has at least one person who doesn’t shower enough or has smelly feet or farts a lot or whatever, and there’s really nothing like a fucking hot fart in a hot fucking poorly ventilated room to make you want to jump out the window except there FUCKING ISN’T ONE.
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I wrote this post while sweating in a muggy windowless room full of people after I gave up hope in trying to follow whatever the meeting was about because I could barely see in front of me anymore. A bit of in medias res participatory blogging for you.
*Photo from Stuff.
“Human rights literature frequently classifies prisons with poor human rights standards as lacking proper ventilation. Why the fuck is it okay for offices and educational institutions to do this when it’s not even okay for prisons?”
LOOOOOL!! Love this part
Okay. “Get Blacklisted a gas mask for Christmas.” Santa has been advised.
THANK YOU. Although a sledgehammer would do just fine as well. The people in the room I was in when I wrote this unanimously (minus one) refused to switch on the air conditioning, which would have been better than nothing, but I still need my fresh air.
My air delivery system for commuting in cars could be adapted for this purpose. I can only say, “Wow, holy shit!” You really put some thought into this and have successfully freaked me out. Breathing the dead skin of my boss? I think I want to die.
My obsessive compulsive tendencies are self-diagnosed so far, but I’ve convinced myself it’s more hygienic.
Okay, seriously. I owe you one. Big time. I can’t get the thought of my boss’ dead skin in my lungs out of my mind. I sort of feel like I should get $50,000 after every work shift for going through the equivalent of an episode of Fear Factor.
I don’t know if I’m going to be able to deal with this.
Wow, as I was reading this I started to feel more and more concerned for my health.
My workplace is carpeted and we have very few windows and most never open, whenever I’m at work I constantly sneeze, cough and feel the need to clear my throat. I actually made a doctor’s appointment thinking there was something wrong with me for clearing my throat SO much. But I spend 9 hours a day there… but when I’m at home or anywhere else, I don’t feel the need to clear it.
Great blog!
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