Cold Comfort

I had got myself a job with the British Antarctic Survey.
My first impression was one of total desolation. Endless snow and ice with grey windswept rocks dotted around the landscape.
I went into the only building I could see. A large ice covered shed. Inside were loads of people milling around looking for bunks. I found myself a narrow shelf complete with a thin grey blanket.
Next thing was finding the toilet. Off I went and spied a queue. Must be for the toilet.
In fact two queues, for the only toilets serving around 300 people.
I waited and waited.
Not even sure what my job was with the company.
Life in the deep, frozen South sure was hard.