I work in accounting at my store, and the office has its own temp control separate of the rest of the building.  When I have to work with the BIGGEST motherfucker there, he's always setting it down to absurdly low temperatures and I'm left having to bring a hoodie while my hands freeze off.  He's also ALWAYS complaining about how he feels, because he will go for HOURS without eating, then binge like mad once he does get a lunch break.  This is why you're like 400+ lbs bro.  You're a slave to your shuguhz.  I was in the office yesterday with the team leader who is a petite, older asian woman, and the room was set to a cozy 74.  Absolutely glorious.  Everyone who came in to do their paperwork commented on how nice it was in the office, and how jealous they were of our warm safehaven.