Don't Make Me Call OSHA...
Rarely do I complain about working conditions. We're air conditioned. More than adequately well-heated in the winter months, thanks to the efficiency of old school radiant heating. I have an office totally incommensurate with my station. I even have my own bathroom (which makes me claustrophobic and rarely use). But now... I may have a complaint. The summer intensive religious ed kids are in the church singing with their music instructor. Basically all I am hearing is the instructor singing the OCP's greatest hits. (The fact that she's a "little pitchy" this morning doesn't help.) These are not favorable working conditions.

Here I am Lord, Make it stop Lord...