First, I’d like to admit that bitching about this is a bit inane, but I need to get it off my chest. When I woke up this morning, the day had so much promise; I woke up on time, and I was actually rested for once. That’s where the promise ended. As I walked out to get my coffee, I find that the coffee maker isn’t turned on. Alright, a slight bump, so I try to turn it on. No effect. Unplug it, and put it back in, no dice. Then the addict in me kicked in: I brew some of my Earl Grey tea, hoping to get some of that sweet, sweet, chemical, but even that didn’t help. Alright, I’ll get a coffee before I go to work. That doesn’t work out for me: the bus is 20 minutes late getting downtown. So I finally get to go on my lunch break 5 agonizing hours later. Oh, I hate being an addict. The only win of the day; coming home and smashing that shitty coffee maker and exacting my revenge. Also, the promise of being able to buy a new coffee maker at week end.
—Coffee, Black
This article appears in Jun 11-17, 2009.
Switch to English Breakfast.
Keep a jar of instant under the counter.
Get a Melita system with the little plastic dohickey that you sit on top of a cup, stick a small filter in, a tablespoon of coffee – add hot water and wait for it to filter through. It has the added bonus on never breaking down.
I can understand how you might have been tempted to give the coffee maker an angry thump when you first found out it was broken, but if you were still so angry at it after an 8hr work day that you had to smash it, then woa…you might need some anger managment classes!
The Nescafe in the red bottle for instant coffee is the best!
Just wait for the good ol’ TGIF.
I’d switch to booze.
Boring bitch. The OP is boring. You’re boring, OP.
Uncle Jesse Barfield says you’re boring, OP.