Let the Monday begin

Monday.
Always a jolt to awaken and remember that I only live the bella lifestyle on the weekends.

SO anyway, its Monday at work and I am tired from all the racing, and the friend visiting, and the wine, and the kitty playing of the weekend. I decide that I just can't do decaf today. I need allcaf.

I shuffle over to the office coffee pot and give the top a good press. But instead of pouring out luscious brown go juice, it announces its emptiness with a series of air-y spurgles and gurgles.

Wah. Now I have to make a pot of coffee (which I don't mind) and wait as it brews for my cup of coffee (which I mind very much). I get mad at whomever took the last drop and walked away without making a new pot. "Who would do that?", I wonder to myself, "they need to go back to kindergarten".

I mumble something to myself about common courtesy and begin the making of a new pot. I decide to share my mumblings with a co-worker while I wait for it to brew. In her office, we kvetch about people who don't make a new pot even though it only takes 30 seconds. We move on to kvetch about those who don't clean the microwave after their burrito explodes, and those who take your half and half, and those who don't flush.

Now I am feeling quite superior because I am one of those who will make a new pot, and I always flush, and I've only stolen someone's else's half and half under dire and desperate circumstances (I was out and needed some dammit!).

With this air of courtesy superiority I head back to the coffee pot, my cup in hand ready for the coffee that I made.

And I stop right before the luscious brown go juice tidal waved over my danskos.

In front of me was a lake of coffee on the floor. The lake was being filled from a lovely brown waterfall cascading down the drawers and cabinets. The waterfall came from the coffee machine which was reliably spewing out coffee from under the filter basket.

Because I had not yet had my coffee it took me a moment to realize that the pot on the counter needed to be placed under the spewing filter basket. Seems as if during my mumblings of common courtesy blah blah blah I had forgotten a crucial coffee making step. And now, I not only had no coffee, but I had one hell of a mess to clean up.

So I cleaned it. And I finally got my cup of coffee. And my hands and clothes smell like coffee. And its only 4 days until Friday.