morning coffee: Re-doing the Undoable

I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.  Continue reading morning coffee: Re-doing the Undoable

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: There’s Something in the Water

I can’t drink from the water cooler anymore. There’s something in it. Continue reading morning coffee: There’s Something in the Water

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: Bill Gets a Haircut

I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.

Continue reading morning coffee: Bill Gets a Haircut

morning coffee: A Third Inexplicable Leaf

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

morning coffee: What I Saw at the Top

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

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