Average Joe
I work in an office. It’s a big company, and there are plenty of people who work in my office. Most of us drink coffee.
Now, I have learned that I have to do everything I can to actually have my coffee before and during my drive to work, as once I get here, I’m stuck with the coffee that’s brewed here for us.
I’m a coffee drinker. I love coffee. I drink a lot of it.
What they brew here is not coffee.
It says “Colombian” on the baggie, but it’s only a little baggie. A little baggie that barely fills a centimeter’s thickness at the bottom of one of those wide-bottom basket filters.
How the hell do you brew a ten cup pot with about three tablespoons worth of coffee grounds? The water is barely beige, I swear. It doesn’t taste like anything, let alone coffee.
And what happens when “the new guy” brews a triple baggie pot of coffee? Somehow it turns into a tragedy of epic proportions when the taste-impaired women of the office happen to take a drink of a cup of coffee that actually tastes like coffee, and talk long and loud for the remainder of the day about how “there should be a warning” if they’re going to pour a cup of that, and how “we usually only put one baggie in the filter, mmm kay?”
Grrr…
I should buy a coffee maker for my desk and charge $1.40 for a cup like at Starbucks. That way, the real coffee drinkers can have something here that will keep them awake while staring at their computer screen all day long.
And I won’t have to keep drinking the beige water.