10 April 2008

The Great Crazy Land Coffee Revolt

I've always had one rule for all of the places I've ever worked: I do not make the coffee. Ever. Once you start making coffee, people can get confused about your role in the organization and suddenly start asking you to go get some donuts on the way in or actually fetch a cup of coffee for someone. I've been here forever, though, and I'm confident that everyone understands my limits.

I made coffee a couple of weeks ago, after having been directed by Hemorrhoid Guy to use 4 scoops of coffee. The Foot Lady and Crazy Employee were apparently outraged that the coffee wasn't strong enough. They felt justified in complaining bitterly about it to both the Information Superhighway and Hemorrhoid Guy. He told them to pour it out and make some more. Oh no. That would be too simple.

Of course, all of this information made its way back to me via the Superhighway (that is, after all, how she got her name). I've been waiting to exact revenge and finally found my opportunity this morning. I got here first, dumped six full scoops of coffee into the basket and punched that "on" button. The coffee is so strong that, not only can it stand up and walk away by itself, but if it meets you in the hallway, it will punch you out.

I was sharing my joke with the Superhighway a little while ago and she told me that she'd told Money Man that the coffee is "really crappy." That's one of the things I love about the Superhighway; she knows she doesn't have to spare me. She says what's on her mind.

Foot Lady and Crazy Employee haven't made it in yet. It's only 9:00 a.m. I can't wait until they get here and pour themselves a cup of coffee.

My job may not be fulfilling, but that doesn't mean it's not entertaining. Back to the databases.


jumpinginpuddles said...

:o tell them to get their own fucking coffee you are worht more than being a damn machine bloody hell

"TXDrummerMom" Vicki said...

Oh your bad Zen......I wish I could have been there...did they pucker up?