Oh yes, finally remembered that the air conditioner not only cooles the air, but also dryens it.

I belong to the freezers. No, it's easy for me to come to work in a maid, and at work to wrap up in a warm wool cloth (although the illogicity of such an action is outrageous). But when it blows out of the air conditioner on me, I get cold to breathe. Formally, of course, I can breathe through the same cloth, it saves a little, but it’s wildly uncomfortable.

What to do with low humidity? With the mucous membranes that dry out, with the skin that crack? Constantly lubricating the cream at work and tapping everything with fat hands? Or constantly dropping in the nose? Don't you, dear morgi, the first to shout that you are uncomfortable looking, smells of cream, and something like that?

One of our bosses has long said: you need to plant people together not on the design principle, but on the temperature. Morgeys to freezers, and freezers to freezers.