The Loneliest Decaf Drinker in the Office
It’s been a while since I was working in an corporate office atmosphere. Well, not that long, but less than a year, and it is amazing how fast you develop new habits.
Don’t get me wrong, working from home was great.
But other than The Feline, I didn’t have any coworkers to render their opinions on my style. Or quirks. Or the number of times I have to use the bathroom in a day.
And I didn’t have to suffer the politics of the break room.
When you get to buy your own coffee, you buy the *really* good coffee. And you make it in a Bialetti. Or a melitta. You make a strong aromatic brew. And you have real half & half on hand.
You enjoy the time and the inclination to savor a cuppa before you dive into the day’s work.
I’m here to tell you, I believe I have found the world’s repository for the absolute worst coffee in the world.
Made from one of those typical office makers that’s seen better days, it’s weak, usually burnt and really sort of dull.
Add to the equation that I can’t tolerate large doses of caffeine, so I am the ONLY person drinking decaf, thus I am the only person making up the orange topped pot. I get strange side looks like “why bother” as I make up the dull brown water.
But today I found a partner in crime. I was making up a crappy pot of decaf with a packet of coffee that is god only knows old (since, seriously, nobody drinks decaf), and one of my new coworkers happened by the break room.
“That really is terrible coffee, isn’t it?” he said.
“Yes,” I replied, not wanting to be too complainy on my first week of work.
“You know the coffee bar downstairs serves Peets, don’t you?”
My head tilted like a dog who just heard kibble drop in the distant bowl.
“Excuse me?” I replied.
“Yeah. Right downstairs. Behind the elevators. Peets.” I could tell he used small words since I was making it clear I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the corporate sign.
“Wow, I didn’t know. Thank you,” I said.
He left the breakroom.
I dumped the freshly poured cup of decaf with fake creamer in it (gack) down the drain.
I RAN down stairs and found this coffee bar of which he spoke. I bowed as a worshipper honoring their god and ordered a latte.
Oh sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you.