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FEN525 log: February 7th.
The temperature feels colder than yesterday on the tundra, I wonder if the freezer coils are malfunctioning. SEB101 says I worry too much, but I think it might be the constant thaw and freeze cycle of the entire warehouse-scape wearing out the system. You know, how half the year it's happy dappy spring time and they get all the salmon and river-cod in to spawn? I'm sure that period is getting shorter and shorter each year. Do the boss guys love winter or something? I'm sure they just enjoy fast freezing those fish for market, you know, the whole sadistic Mr Freeze vibe. That's the thing with never meeting your bosses face-to-face; you're left to draw your own impressions.
Of course, if I complain about the temperature they'd just transfer me to Ice Cream Mountain for a joke, freezing cold permafrost all year round. I see the lights from the cliff camps at night from here, wonder how they stick it out up there. They must really like ice cream.