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
I can’t drink from the water cooler anymore. There’s something in it. Continue reading morning coffee: There’s Something in the Water
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
Bill, my desk plant, keeps growing. He won’t stop growing. Dear God, make him stop growing. Continue reading morning coffee: A Third Inexplicable Leaf
It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box. Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Top
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
Continue reading morning coffee: The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box