a day without coffee
What would I do without my daily coffee fix? This happened to me recently and let me tell you, it was almost like the world was coming to an end. It was a regular morning, I'd got up, flicked on the machine and went about getting the kids fed and ready for day-care while it warmed up. Made breakfast, packed the bags and the car. I usually brew just before walking out the door so I can have a fresh cup in the car on the way to my "daily grind" har har.
I approached the coffee machine only to find, uh oh, no beans left. WHAT!? how could I not have beans? Checked the pantry, none. argh. So in the car and down the freeway we went. Wife talking something something in one ear, kids singing, screaming and chanting in the other, meanwhile, I'm just thinking about how I'm going to get my coffee fix today. options options. I got to work, AAAH, phew, I have a coffee machine at work, no problem. Or so I thought. I proceed to brew at work, but wait, there's no beans. I'm sure there was before the weekend!? Someone's maybe decided to take them for themself. *grumble* Before I know it, work tasks have taken over my mind, or at least, for a moment. Come 10am, something just isn't right, something smells. It's freshly brewed coffee. A bunch of smiley office folk are walking around the floor with piping hot, steamy, aromatic, freshly-brewed coffee. It's one of those smells you can relate to mums home cooking, a farm-house, the fruit and veg markets, or a lolly shop. Lets just say, it's unique, and I gotta have it. I stop for a moment and realise that I'm really not getting much work done, I've got to have a cup! There's a number of roastery's around work, so I throw the jacket on and head for the lifts. The lift arrives "ding", aah, the sound of coffee. Or is it a lift? who cares. The doors open and my manager walks out "oh hi, I was just coming to see you, got five minutes?". Ummm "yeah sure", I say. Five minutes turns in to two hours. Dreams of morning coffee are over. I escape the clutches of the boss and head back to my desk. I'm starving. Scoff lunch! Look at the clock 12:55pm. "bing" a calendar reminder pops up on my phone, meeting in five minutes in ground floor. NO! I jump in the lift, more smiley people with hot coffee. I wade through the staff on the ground floor (some also drinking coffee), I get to my meeting, half the people are drinking take-away coffee! I sigh, loudly. can this day get any worse? Headache starting. Meetings are over, it's 3pm, I head upstairs, a co-worker asks if I'd like a coffee, he'd nipped out and bought a fresh bag of beans from the local shop. YES!! Off to the kitchen to brew! I was smiling ear to ear, and just desperate for a brew. *enter the kitchen*, big sign above auto-espresso machine "out of order". WHY ME?
