Bad office coffee and other working tales

Making coffee at the office is always hit or miss. The machines are old and well-loved, the coffee is usually semi-stale or worse and you can never tell how either of these factors will influence the taste of your end product. Being at the bottom of this very small and very equal ladder, I usually make coffee in the mornings, usually because I want to have some as well. Its been a 'big cup of coffee' few days around here. Mostly because I am not sleeping, but that's an unimportant tangent. Regardless, what I wouldn't give right now for a really good coffee. Actually, I wouldn't give much, considering I could have just bought one on the way in... but still, right now I am wishing I had. But I know tomorrow I will walk up here and make coffee, altering the ratio somewhat in the hopes of gaining a perfect cup.

My new shredder isn't as nice as my old one. Seems like a small fact, but when you are feeding the damn thing like its your new pet, it matters. This one is stubborn and fickle and although it is fancier (has a slot for credit cards and cds!) it is not as kind. I think it maybe thinks it is too good for this office, for shredding of documents that are hardly confidential, but I try to tell it "shh, shh little shredder, its okay, you are still making a contribution here". Now I just wish someone would tell me that. The banality of tertiary work grates, a symptom of my desire for greater things perhaps? Or just a dislike of the 9-5 in general.

This morning we were placed in charge of cleaning out the fridge and defrosting it. So out all the dirty food went, down in the elevator to the coffee shop downstairs, the owner took one look at me and said "you know where it is". Up the elevator with two buckets of ice (will probably have to go down for more later) and emptied anything salvageable into the sink. Kathryn and I wrestled the four foot monstrosity (damn back heavy fridges) out the boardroom door and around to the fire escape window, and our little overheating fridge is now sitting nicely on the fire escape, defrosting away, and probably creating a huge fire hazard in the process.

My non-date went well yesterday, and although I didn't sleep much, I can't blame him. I think it is because of a drop in air pressure. Can't prove that it happened or anything, but I tend to sleep badly when pressure is changing. Regardless, I don't recall the last time I was so intent on seeing someone all the time... and in having to hide it from my mother I have to avoid talking about him at all costs.

And at this point, seeing as how its more than an hour into my work day and I haven't done any real work (except for about 10 minutes of shredding) I should get down to business. Send me emails! The boardroom is lonely.