Just exactly what kind of a death-trap organization is my employer?
Take a look at the Citizen office.
Now take a look at those icicles. They are long ... more than a foot long!
And they are sharp! Impaling a thin-skinned fella like me easily would occur if one of these ice monstrosities fell, especially since my skin gets brittle when temperatures fall below zero, which is the case at the present.
When I mentioned this fact to my employer, he told me to “deal with it,” adding that “your fear of icicles is the last thing I want to talk about when the town is frozen solid.”
I plan on going on strike.
Problem is, doing so with an outdoor picket will summons my demise as a cold-blooded creature.
It’s a shame my boss shares the same blood type.