I'm all for safety in general; and I live, and die by the safe, effective functionality of my HVAC controls. There's an old proverb, "If you don't like the weather in (fill out the blank with anything else you darn well please), wait ten minutes." I dislike it; not as it isn't real, but mainly because folks appear to feel they have got the right to abuse it exceedingly when it doesn't even remotely apply to their area. They have no idea what it really indicates to be consecutively soaked; frozen; windblown; roasted similar to a stuffed pig; involuntarily forced to feel the painful sting of changing sleet, and hail rocketing into their eyes; as well as confront the necessity to do a minimum of thirty wardrobe/accessory changes in a ten minute time frame. Note to those who constantly misuse the previously mentioned phrase: If for no other reason than to show a modicum of respect to those of us who must endure our days in a dizzying, everlasting issue as to the appropriate wardrobe choices, STOP IT! You have no idea precisely what you're referring to.
I used to reside in an area where hot was hot, and cold was cold, very simple. If it's cold, carry your coat, if it's not, then don't. Whenever we first transfered to the greater Seattle area, I got sick to death of people telling me that layering is the paramount to survival in this hellish nightmare of never-ending rain/sleet/snow/kinda sorta sunshiny/two full days of summer when you're lucky but don't ever count on the use of warm water to swim in weather cycle. I'm a baby in relation to my personal comfort. Turtlenecks as well as long sleeves are scratchy, and restrictive. While it may be comfortable, even advantageous, for others to display that brand new belly button ring, at this point in my life the only belly I would ever publicly reveal is the pork variety I put on the family dinner table; trust me, there are striking likeness between the edible version, and mine personally. Though it's become "fashionable" to wear tank tops that expose bra straps, there's a reason it used to be regarded as tacky, and immodest; since it is. While I'll confess to loading my suitcase-sized purse with umbrellas; sunglasses; sunscreen; as well as scarves of varying fabric, as well as lengths, I will not be subjecting myself to layering, or those near, as well as dear to the trauma of watching me shed them, ever.
Sans layering, we're left with HVAC controls to keep me from pouting like a two year old when atmospheric conditions refuse to cater to my desires. Progress in HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, as well as Air Conditioning Controls) technology are a Godsend. The installation of heat/air conditioning pumps in modern homes has transformed the world to a brighter, friendlier place; guaranteed stable temperatures, not too hot, as well as not too cold, year 'round in the literal comfort and ease of our own homes.
Every silver lining should have a cloud. If all is well, the HVAC controls technician has acquired the proper level, and kind of HVAC controls training; either through an independent technical college or perhaps a manufacturer approved certification program. Heating, and air conditioning controls are programmed, meaning, whatever laws Murphy, the Universe, as well as the Ruler of Computer designate in the classification of "Things That Possibly Can Go Wrong" will, which includes the risk of over-heating, as well as fire. The training generally needs a high level of skill, intelligence, good sense, and the willingness to return for refresher courses frequently, and frequently. HVAC controls jobs are not for the faint of heart; or the patently rude, dismissive, condescending, non-people-person, self-serving, moronic, jerk.