Let's just say that there's one glorious perk to working the graveyard shift...a fabulous coffee maker...individual sized flavored coffees...feeling like your own barista...and all of us know the best part- the best 4 letter word ever uttered--FREE! For 2 wonderful caffeine-filled months, we enjoyed the plethora of flavor options...Colombia, French Roast, Chai tea, Green tea, hot chocolate, the list goes on and on...
Today, which will from now on be known as D-Day (disastrous, disappointed, dead-tired, decaffeinated), I walked into work to see that the beautiful, easy-to-use, clean lines of our Keurig coffee maker (can you love a machine?) was not only missing, but worse, much worse, it had been replaced! Just missing and maybe it had an unfortunate over-worked day and needed to be fixed, cleaned, tweaked...no big deal, show it the love it deserves! But replaced! There before me stood...a pot? Two coffee pots!...I didn't even want to stand too close to it...Complaint and concern spewed from my mouth...the alleged "coffee man" had come and taken it away this morning. Who is this man who controls the coffee? Why don't I know him? Shouldn't I know him? He must have been an intruder; he stole it...Didn't anyone check for some ID? If only I'd been here..I wasn't even here to say good-bye...a farewell cup...we didn't have enough "clout" around here to keep it he had said. It was too expensive at 50 cents a cup for the budget. What does that mean? Isn't being tired enough pull? Isn't coffee a staple? Isn't luxorious, expensive coffee the thing employee satisfaction is made of?...
