morning coffee: What Happened on October Ninth

Something big’s going to happen today. Wait. Continue reading morning coffee: What Happened on October Ninth

morning coffee: What Happened on October 9th

Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen. Continue reading morning coffee: What Happened on October 9th

morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.

It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything. Continue reading morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

morning coffee: Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly

I don’t mean to complain. I’m not complaining. I’m not a complainer, per se, but I’ve been the only team member to consistently show up to work for over three weeks.  Continue reading morning coffee: Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly

morning coffee: My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me

Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think.  Continue reading morning coffee: My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me

morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom

“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t.  Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom

morning coffee: The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

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morning coffee: Someone’s Eating My Lunch

My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.

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