So, the office coffee machine has been broken for, what… Three weeks, now? Well, I come in to work this morning and to my bewilderment, what do I see? Instead of calling the damn coffee service to ask them to bring a new coffee maker, someone brought in this disgustingly cheap piece of crap Mr. Coffee that looks like it belongs in a damn motel bathroom. This thing weighs about 4 ounces, and spits out piss warm crap water that resembles coffee only in that it’s liquid and it isn’t clear. To make matters worse, they made a “pot” (I put pot in quotes because it’s hard to refer to a vessel that holds maybe 3 cups of liquid as a pot) of Maxwell House that is apparently like two years old because nobody knows where it came from other than “it was here.”
Is it too much to ask for a decent cup of coffee on a difficult Tuesday morning after a holiday weekend? Maxwell House!
I swear, they should have used Tasters Choice, so that I could say “Mmm! This coffee is delicious!” And, when they say “That’s because I switched your normal coffee with Tasters Choice” I can grab them by the throat, throw them up against the kitchen wall and scream into his face “I LIED, IT TASTES LIKE COMPLETE F’ING ****!” And then I’d throw the coffee in his face. And kick him in the ribs.
Have a nice day.
Is it too much to ask for a decent cup of coffee on a difficult Tuesday morning after a holiday weekend? Maxwell House!
I swear, they should have used Tasters Choice, so that I could say “Mmm! This coffee is delicious!” And, when they say “That’s because I switched your normal coffee with Tasters Choice” I can grab them by the throat, throw them up against the kitchen wall and scream into his face “I LIED, IT TASTES LIKE COMPLETE F’ING ****!” And then I’d throw the coffee in his face. And kick him in the ribs.
Have a nice day.
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