So, I got to work this morning, the first proper work-Monday of the year, everybody shuffling around trying to remember their logins or actual placement of their desk, and crisis alert! We were out of milk in the kitchen.
Always a gamble, Monday mornings. Is there a carton of milk left over from previous week? Did some bastard drink it all? Will we be able to soft-spokenly and politely answer our first phone call of the week, voices oozing with honeylike service mindedness, or will our first words to our customer be “Urgh *cough* what hello? Yes, no, what? Sure, eh…. zzzzzz”.
So people were creating a downright mob in front of the coffee machine, staring at it angrily, opening and closing the fridge repeatedly, as if milk would appear, and trying to make up their mind whether to just have a plain cup of joe, or to go without, and start their day, and yes, the very new year itself in the workplace, without the power of caffeine.
Granted. I was one of these people. I was the one that wandered back to my desk like a zombie, hopes and dreams of a better world crushed forever.
Until half an hour later, when milk was indeed delivered to our office, and everybody were back to themselves again in no time, for better or worse.
This country runs on coffee. Or the fumes thereof. The fumes of having 8 cups of coffee in just as many hours. If coffee was suddenly to disappear, I do wonder what would happen to our GDP.