At work, Up Close and Personal

I entered the office knowing I required more coffee and thus would be making a pot. I stopped at my desk and turned the computer before I went to the staff lounge. That was at 9:30. At 9:55, as I am leaving my managers office, I declare to my coworker Tony I am going to brew some coffee. Heading to the break room, I end up at my work space. Oh look I have a message. I better check that. I better call her back. Maybe respond to a few emails and take another call. At 10:15 Tony comes out of a meeting with our boss…intending to pour himself a cuppa joe. Oops, I tell him I have not made it yet. I go and scoop the coffee, fill the coffee pot with 12 cups of water. We will soon be good to go. At 10:45 Tony comes out of another meeting and jokingly says, “There better be coffee now that I am out of my meeting.” I proudly inform him to enjoy it. Sitting at my desk, I hear him say “Alyssa!” In the saying of my name, I infer the subtext is “What the hell is wrong with you?” Huh? Did I forget to turn it on? No, no way. Well maybe. Better go see. Tony is filling the carafe again. No, no. I KNOW I put water in. As I go to double check. It’s turned on. Why isn’t it brewing? Is it broken? WHY ISN’T IT WORKING? Ah, it is unplugged. Yep, didn’t think about that. I look at Tony and inform him that what makes this really funny is yesterday’s blog….I laugh at myself.

I recount the tale to my mom and she says, ”Of course, you never thought to check if it was turned on.” No. Who goes around unplugging domestic devices?

Later, I, again, go to make coffee. Scoop? Done. Water? Done. Ok, so now I need to go to the bathroom. Oh, wait I didn’t turn on the equipment. Crap. If I had gone to the bathroom I would have had a repeat of this morning. Thank goodness I do no look like a loser. I mean I managed a Barnes and Noble Café and I cannot see this to completion. Whew….

This shit cannot be made up or scripted. It is my life. Tony can verify. If the disorder had had me, I would have defended and deflected. Laughing at myself would not be an option. Sharing it in Cyberspace would truly not be an option