coffee etiquette - a brief synopsis

wow. a blog. besides myspace i can't say i've done this. and right now, i do believe i'm talking to myself. or typing to myself, whatever you wanna call it. and seeing as "you" at the moment is really only "me" i'm gonna go with talking to myself.
well now that we got that fuckery outta the way...
i'm supposed to write something right? intelligable and worldy. some insightful glimpse at a topic of interest.
hmm...
i'm not sure i want this job now that you've offered it to me. sounds pretentious and megalomaniacal (great kmfdm song by the way!)
anywho...
while i normally bitch about things, i don't have much time today; office drudgery tends to interefere and consume time)
so we'll stick with a simple topic, something that never ceases to amaze me, and it's work related! hooray! ok. not really. i'm not really in the mood. i have other things on my mind. like stabbing my ex in the back with the lies that have been exposed.
oh sweet jesus it will be beautiful.
but i'm gonna save that whore and her whorish means for something better.
coffee.
yep! coffee. and since we're in seattle, this is some serious shit! the only other beverage of greater concern would be a micro brew, cuz god knows we got a shitload of those.
so coffee...
or should i say the lack thereof.
in an office environment, of which you may or may not be familiar with, there is free coffee. perhaps in a lounge or kitchen area. or somewhere, i don't know where you work.
and we as fellow worker bees/salves/drones, you would hope and think, look out for one another. well unless stabbing some one in the back gets you places. but that makes you a prick so we won't be discussing your kind today.
get in line!
anywho, why is it so goddamn hard for people to make more coffee?
i mean, if you used the last of it, why not make some more?
why torture poor innocent me by leaving the fuckin' pot out to tease me?
you know, i'm walking to the kitchen to get more coffee. and damnit i'm pretty happy that i'm gonna get to drink more coffee. but what? what is this crap?
when i push down on the thermos/dispensers top and all i get is the wheeze and sputtering of an old man you know what...?
it really pisses me the fuck off!
are you that full of yourself that you can't take the the 23 seconds (yes i counted it out) to make more coffee?
it's like you're giving me the finger or rubbing your nose at me. wtf did i do? huh? i fill it back up when i get the last of it. i'm not some douchebag that expects every one else to do things for me.
and it's not like i'm asking you to stand there and wait for it to get done. oh special little me.
no no no. that would be a red flag against h.r. and god forbid we waste precious corporate hours and invoke the wrath of h.r.. no i just want you to leave it. and then, then you can go about your business.
but no. you just walk off. cuz you're too important for me. oh lord. simple me the purchaser. the one that makes sure we have a fuckin' budget to afford coffee. ingrates!
and now this what you get! haha!
my revenge! wasting your precious labor hours on the internet blogging about you, you that shall remain nameless to the public at large.
ha!
take that. you like that? bet you don't feel so high and mighty now do you.
lol
this blog is retarded.
but i had to type something.
be even more retarded if i just made a profile and sat on it.
fucking waste.
anyway though. for real.
does anyone else put up with this shit? we need to get all these holier than thou sloth types together, we'll make it a show, and we'll see what kind of productivity we can get out of them when they are faced with the challenge of doing it themselves.
anywho.
i'm done.
goodbye silence.
invoice reconcilliations here i come!