My dentist is fond of the famous "kitten with a ball of string in a basket kind of posters. He has them hanging in his offices so when you are kicked back in the chair you can see them. It is supposed to help you "relax".
I am thinking of sending this one along to him:
It’s a really good thing I am at work or I’d have already single handedly and unwittingly off-ed and entire litter by now.
I am that bored.
And it’s just that slow right now.
I tell you, you work work work for 4 months straight…
Then boom. Things slow down and you’re taking on side projects to pass the time.
Today’s project: the perfect pot o’ joe. (not to be confused with the perfect Cuppa Joe )
My boss/friend/cube mate Matt bought me a coffee maker for Christmas 2 years ago. We keep it in the cube, because about twice a year we actually have time to make a pot of the good stuff.
And today Matt came back from lunch with a bag of the good stuff. Some sort of Whole Foods House Blend.
So, today we’re opening our own little coffee bar in the cube.
Well, that’s after we cleaned up the mess. The first run of the year was a stellar disappointment when I unknowingly activated the Stop ‘n Pour mechanism on the machine. All of the sudden the whole thing backed up and thick black water and ant-like grounds started spilling and overflowing over onto very important papers , the intern manual and a couple o’ client videos.
But god damn if the second pot didn’t flow like a charm.
Good. Strong. Coffee.
How do I know this particular brew was a success?
I am pretty sure I could kill a small herd of antelope with my breath right now.
I know. I am just that sexy .
It’s going to take more than a curiously strong mint to make me smoochable again. But it’s not like there’s a lot of that going on either.
So fuck it. Bring on the brew!